Word: pots
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...interview with the CRIMSON, Dr. Graham B. Blaine Jr. '40, newly appointed Chief of Psychiatry (whose article on collegiate mores had touched off the 1963 "Harvard sex scandal" in the press), said that "we at the Health Services take a fairly casual attitude toward pot. We know that some Harvard students are using marijuana. We know they get it from townies. But it isn't harmful, and there's no evidence to show it's even as addictive as cigarettes." While he warned of the possibility that smoking marijuana could lead to involvement with more serious drugs, such as heroin...
Venezuela's Prieto Quintuplets are two years old, and as fine a bunch of healthy, pot-banging toddlers as anyone could wish. All of which would keep Mrs. Inés Cuervo de Prieto, 36, and her oilfield worker husband hopping-even if they didn't have a new set of nine-month-old twins and five other kids around the house. Last week Mrs. Prieto sighed and reported that she is again expecting in December. "It's frightening," muttered the father. Wailed the mother: "It's impossible...
...sign, dipped a tire in engine oil to serve as a signal fire, dismounted the car mirror to flash distress signals at passing planes, set out their hubcaps to catch the morning dew. They smeared lipstick on sunburn blisters and swollen lips, discovered some wax crayons and a pot of glue (made from milk products) among their luggage and fed them to the children. They cooled their faces with urine-soaked clothes, and buried themselves neck-deep in sand to escape the scorching air. They had just abandoned hope when a rescue party arrived...
...home movies. Fleeing from an evil advertising man, Dave Clark, who looks like a conscientious dropout, takes sad-faced Model Barbara Ferris scuba-diving in a deserted swimming pool, tree-watching in a deserted botanical garden, and wandering through a deserted factory that turns out to be full of pot-smoking beatniks and is inexplicably attacked by the British army (the adults they meet are all bad). Before they run out of location shots, Dave and Barbara have also taken a walk in the snow on a deserted road, gone horseback-riding at an all-but-deserted dude ranch. Talked...
While still in his early teens, Claude Brown was the coolest of Harlem cats: smoker of pot, snuffer of cocaine, graduate of two reform schools, expert in the arts of bebopping (gang warfare), Murphying (a form of pimping), jugging (fornication) and stinging (armed robbery). Then Brown moved downtown, found a square job, took up the jazz piano and earned a high school diploma attending classes at night. This autobiography is Brown's testament, not to his redemption but to his misspent youth. Nowhere does he explain what inner strength rescued him from himself; the reader must consult the dust...