The Be-Boppingest Girl In Town-With Lucy Larkin In Mind
By Fritz Taylor
Back in the “Acre” section, the working poor section, of
Riverdale a town about fifty miles outside of Boston it mattered, mattered a
lot in the late 1950s about who the be-boppingest girl in town. Mattered to
guys like Cy Dolan, Jumbo Callahan(not Johnny but his cousin), Sax McGee, Jimmy
Cline and an assortment of other passing through characters who spent time,
hanging out time in front of Sully’s Variety Store (although it is not germane
to the serious question of who was the be-boppingest girl in town Sully’s Variety
was merely a front for Johnny Sulllivan’s bookie operation which was so
publicly known as such that one could see the cop cars lined up in front on
occasion trying to lay down some last minute bet at Aqueduct or some such
place). Maybe a generation before, the generation who hung around Sully’s
during the Great Depression and World War II and then moved on such a question
was not a subject of intense conversation and controversy come girl-less,
dough-less Friday and Saturday nights among the brethren but just then no
subject was hotter. Reason: in the age of rock and roll, the age of the music
of those who came of age in the post-World War II period who, or what girl had
that certain style, those certain moves on the dance floor and was a fox to
boot was on the tip of the al the guys at Sully’s tongues. Probably in other
corners as well but we shall only draw a bee-line for the “Acre” and let others
speak for themselves.
This be-boppingest question was uppermost on the mind of one
Cy Dolan, the eldest son of the Dolan clan (and who cousins were the notorious
Johnson brothers, four all told, who as part of the Jimmy Clanton gang robbed
the Granite National Bank of a pretty penny but don’t mention those boys around
Grandmother Dolan not unless you want spitfire and damnation) and probably the
best football player who every graced the halls of Riverdale High. So a guy who
was the toast of the athletic world, one of the few worlds that counted most in
the “Acre” had to be very conscious of that eternal girl question because he
might very likely have to decide for real who was, and was not, the real be-bop
thing since a legendary football hero in old time working class Riverdale was
expected to have the best looking girl in school. But given the nature of those
times, the time of free-wheeling rock and roll, mere looks and showing great
curves from breast to ankles was only one factor in deciding who be-bopped
best.
There were certainly plenty of girls around who had shapes
to die for and pretty faces Sarah Goodwin, Cherry Dale, and Christie McNamara
were certainly in that league. But see Sarah was some kind of evangelical
Protestant whose parents refused to permit to her to go to school dances, to
hang around Johnny’s bowling alleys and certainly not the secluded lovers’ lane
part of Riverdale Park along the Talbot River. (Sarah later would break from
her parents, her parents religion and their strictures eventually becoming a
successful model in New York City and even have her photograph for all the
world to see in Playboy magazine and
would under those circumstances been a serious candidate but she blossomed just
a little too late.) Cherry Dale was rumored to have some college Joe from State
U on her ass and never did show up for
the high school dances to strut her stuff except once for the sophomore mixer
but that was before she filled out a bit (she would eventually marry that Joe
and as far as anybody knew stayed with him forever). Christie McNamara had been
attached to Johnny Callahan (remember not Jumbo) since about sixth grade. (They
would eventually marry and stay married as Johnny became Mr. Toyota of Eastern
Massachusetts and Christie Mrs. Toyota.)
So even if all three could have danced the dance of the seven veils and
done a strip tease in the middle of the school gym to boot they were not
contenders (Cy had noticed that Cherry when she had obliged him with a dance or
two at the Spring Frolics that sophomore year before wasn’t that good a dancer
and Christie danced so close to Johnny that nobody could righteously tell if
she could dance or not).
Who was Cy kidding in any case. Lucy Larkin was the only
girl who could make guys thing evil (or as the case may be good) thoughts about
getting her alone along that deserted stretch of Riverdale Park. She had looks,
no question, brownish blonde hair, blue eyes, a bright smile, a great shape and
long white legs that guys, even guys with ball and chain girlfriends, would
wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweats about. Not only that but
she filled out that shape with tight-fitting cashmere sweaters that showed her
breasts to great effect and with tight skirts that showed her great ass. So she
sent a flamed out look just short of a “bad” girl but no question just short
because Lucy was one of the smartest girls in her class. But as Cy thought
about the matter she was perhaps a half notch above those other beauties and
the brains didn’t hurt either. But what made her bop was when she got out on
that dance floor and let the world see that form making some very provocative
moves without being that “bad” girl that a lot of girls were striving to look
like after having seen too many grade B-films where the bad girls got all the
attention and all the dates (although nobody asked about how many had to go see
“Aunt Emma” for several months and as a result not finish high school).
Cy had on the night after the Autumn Leaves dance that
started off the school dance season awakened in a cold sweat thinking about
Lucy dancing on the top of tables on the side of the gym when the DJ played
Warren Smith’s Rock and Roll Ruby. Thought
about how she arched that back of hers, how she let her dress slide up just so to
give every guy in the place an eyeful, how those firm breasts tilted just so.
Maybe he should have taken a cold shower right then. But right then he resolved
that, yeah, Lucy Larkin was the be-boppingest girl in town and he better get to
her fast.
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