Off the 8:27 train at White Plains, N.Y. one morning last week tumbled 60 teen-aged boys of all shapes and sizes. In little knots, shouting to each other, they raced through the crowd of commuters on the platform and loped down the stairway at the north end, two steps at a time. Nearly 40 of them squeezed into the first bus with the other passengers for Mamaroneck Avenue; those in back jammed open the rear door so that three more could slip in. The bus driver slid from his seat, ran back and plucked...
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