Word: grogan
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...wonder why Emmett Grogan, the non-leader of the Diggers, is coming to Cambridge this month...
...conference of yippies and New Leftists in Denton, Mich., a legendary Digger named Emmett Grogan hurled the yippie challenge. As Hoffman recalls it: "All of a sudden he erupts and kicks the table over. He knocks down a girl, slapping SDS'ers right and left. 'Faggots! Fags! Take off your ties, they are chains around your necks. You haven't got the balls to go mad.' " For some reason, the New Leftists were not charmed. Leaders like Tom Hayden continued to talk owlishly of "imperialism" and "cooptation" ("I thought he said copulation" deadpans Abbie...
...muttered it again, "one word, it means two things." Grogan is an interesting man. Every Sunday morning he goes to early Mass at the Arch Street Shrine downtown, then he buys the Sunday papers and goes to the Statler-Hilton Hungry Pilgrim Restaurant for breakfast. He claims that one Sunday the papers were so big that he had to stay for lunch at the Statler before he could finish the papers. On Sunday afternoons he goes up to the Boston Public Library in Copley Square and reads...
...Danny F.X., a frumpy couple in their sixties, came in through the separate entrance. No one seems to know Mr. and Mrs. Danny F.X.'s last name and no one seems to care. So everyone just calls them Mr. and Mrs. F.X. Mrs. Danny yelled up to Grogan from her end of the bar, "We been up the State House with Danny F.X.'s brother Ernie to shake the Govahnah's hand at the Washington's Birthday party. All Ernie's teeth are comin' out. They's beautiful teeth but they got to come...
Someone pointed out that Peter had cleaned off the pictures over the bar and Grogan began talking about his friend McNulty. He talked about McNulty's practical jokes and good deeds. With a tiny rhetorical flourish he remarked, "Never speak ill of the dead, and as the poet says, 'Goodbye, Good Prince, the flights of angels will sing thee to thy rest...