The Hippie Scene

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The Hippie Scene, Scholastic, 1968

 

Hi Guys!

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a dirty hippie?   Well, wonder no more, because I've got some visual aids that will clue us in to where it's at!  Come along and let's take a little trip to Hippieland!



Hippieville USA, Guide and Map, W.T. Samhill, 1967

 

I've got a map right here!  This'll help us find our way through the Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco, Hippieland's ground zero.  



So You Think You're Hip to the Drug Scene, Virga Publications, 1970


While we're headed over that way, we'll bone up on our hip quotient, thanks to this handy guide to Hippieland's favorite drugs! 

 


The Super Grass Grower's Guide, Stone Kingdom Syndicate, 1970


We'll need to learn a thing or two about this drug in particular.  Couldn't hurt to learn how to make our own, right?



Wes Wilson, The Byrds, Moby Grape, and Andrew Staples, Postcard, 1967


After we arrive, we'll drop in at Winterland and catch some groovy music by the Byrds, Moby Grape, and Andrew Staples!  



Wes Wilson, The Association, Along Comes Mary, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Grassroots, and Sopwith Camel, Postcard, 1966


Or maybe we'll check out the Fillmore Auditorium instead!  You can find great sounds just about everywhere in Hippieland!  



Illuminations, Print Mint, 1971


We'll take a side trip over to Berkeley and score some underground comix at the Print Mint!  Hey, what is this comic book about, anyway?  



Rory Hayes, Stairway to Spiritual Awakening, Illuminations, 1971


Whoa!  That bear is giving me the willies!  Maybe we'd better return to San Francisco!  or better yet, back to reality!  Hippieland is a fun place to visit, but I'm pretty sure I don't wanna live here!  

Alright guys, that's all I've got for now.  Stay cool; stay clean.  Be square! 


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You're Invited, c. 1965-70

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