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...S.D.S. chapter. Racial riots? The 30,000 Negroes who live in Las Vegas' west-side black ghetto have not yet even discovered the sit-in. Hippies and drugs? Rare in Vegas. MARIJUANA-THE SOCIAL ASSASSIN, read the billboards that District Attorney George Franklin has erected along the main drag. Townsfolk are still chuckling about what happened to the two hirsute, peace-bead types whom a deputy sheriff discovered on The Strip a month or so ago. He drove them out into the desert, pointed them toward Barstow, Calif. (153 miles away), and ordered them to start walking...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: LAS VEGAS: THE GAME IS ILLUSION | 7/11/1969 | See Source »

...hard life being an SDSer those days, and I gave up after a precious few of them. For one thing, I made the startling discovery that SDS meetings were a drag and tended to consume whole evenings at a gulp. For another, I drifted into alternative extracurricular pursuits where people seemed to get on a lot easier with each other and where it was possible to meet a considerably wider assortment. Still, I continued to assume, come the revolution, that I would leap forth-with into the ranks of Harvard's insurgents, whoever they might be. And I continued...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: From The End of Four Years | 6/30/1969 | See Source »

...faint hope that, no matter how irrational it might be, the delegates could announce that the war is over. It would be so simple for them to come in and announce that negotiations had been successful, and a peace had been agreed upon. The talks will probably drag on Thursday after Thursday and yet there is the hope that the war could be finished and we could turn our exhausted nation to face its other real problems...

Author: By Steven W. Bussard, | Title: THE ROUTINE AT THE HOTEL MAJESTIC | 6/30/1969 | See Source »

...hard life being an SDSer those days, and I gave up after a precious few of them. For one thing, I made the starling discovery that SDS meetings were a drag and tended to consume whole evening at a gulp. For another, I drifted into alternative extracurricular pursuits where people seemed to get on a lot easier with each other and where it was possible to meet a considerably wider assortment. Still, I continued to assume, come the revolution, that I would leap forthwith into the ranks of Harvard's insurgents, whoever they might be. And I continued to assume...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: From The End of Four Years | 6/12/1969 | See Source »

...rather than merely absurd. Following this logic, almost all parodies of, say, fifties rock'n'roll are just stupid. Bad singing and bad sound simply doesn't parody something that's musically better. The Lampoon's earlier record, "The Harvard Lampoon Tabernacle Choir Sings at Leningrad Stadium," was a drag; the Mothers of Invention records are great. "The Surprising Sheep and Other Mind Excursions" is very good...

Author: By John G. Short, | Title: The Lampoon | 6/9/1969 | See Source »

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