Okay, you've got their pictures and here are their names: Belinda, Kathy, Jane, Gina and Charlotte. Now see if you can match each Go-go's face and name with their contributions to the interview printed below. You have exactly eight minutes.
Eight years ago Tom Forcade printed 20,000 copies of a slick magazine with a silver foil cover called HIGH TIMES: The Magazine of High Society. People had published underground periodicals about the dope scene and scientific journals about drugs before, but this was "The only magazine dedicated solely to getting high... Really high."
A plea to you growers: Give us more high-energy sativa strains along with your indicas.
FINALLY, THE Connoisseur was in hog heaven. All the conditions were right for a full-scale, flat-out, luxuriously catered tasting of the highest-grade gourmet grass to come out of the current California harvest. Picture the scene. High—very high—in a penthouse with an eagle's-eye view of a major metropolis, some fellow fanciers of connoisseur-quality smoke had spread out before my bedazzled eyes a green and gold rainbow of resinous buds.
HIGH COURT MUDDIES WATERS IN HEAD-GEAR CONTROVERSY
Points at Issue
New Laws, New Criminals
The Supreme Court this spring upheld an Illinois village ordinance that restricts the sale of so-called drug paraphernalia. The ordinance provides for the licensing of premises on which “paraphernalia” is sold and bans sales of it to minors in the village of Hoffman Estates, Illinois.
TEN YEARS AGO, THERE WAS a handicraft shop in the Arkansas resort town of Eureka Springs called the West Mountain Family Store. To the Family Store in late 1972 came a few young hip entrepreneurs from North Dallas, who told the Family Store folks—three or four local Eureka Springs families, in fact, who ran the place at a respectable profit—that a terrific profit could be made by purchasing leather down in Guadalajara, Mexico.
THEY’RE ZOMBIES,” GUARantees attorney Patrick Dulaney of his two clients, veteran narcotics officers John Arko, 34, and Jack Bisgard, Jr., 30. The news is that Arko and Bisgard, three years after leaving Aurora’s “elite” undercover narco squad, under a cloud of suspicion that they may have been unwholesomely involved with dope, have been awarded $18,500 in workman’s compensation for smoking grass on the job.
THE SON OF A PROMINENT Colombian politician recently walked out of a major bust of 14 coke mobsters by informing on his coconspirators to U.S. authorities. The man, identified only as the son of Colombian Liberal party jefe Julio Cesar Pernia, was part of a syndicate that moved about 200 pounds of snort per month into Jackson Heights between 1979 and 1981.
ALCOHOL SHRINKS TESTICLES, BLIGHTS YOUTH IN THE BUD!
THE LONG-TERM SEXUAL CONSEQUENCES OF heavy boozing turn out to be far more alarming than any of the “pot causes sterility” myths promulgated by reefer-madness docs, to go by research from the University of Pittsburgh School of Medicine. David Van Thiel released the results of a study here on rats that shows that alcohol has a direct toxic effect on the cells that produce testorene and sperm and causes an average 35 percent decrease in testosterone production.
READERS OF NATIONAL PUBlications like the New York Times and Newsweek have been intrigued and puzzled by prominent advertisements for a Simon and Schuster book called A Remarkable Medicine Has Been Overlooked, written by Dreyfus Fund founder Jack Dreyfus.
NANCY REAGAN GARNERED publicity for her new activist image by staging an antidrug conference at the White House this spring. The speakers at the event were the leaders of the parent groups that have successfully lobbied for headshop statutes and wiretap legislation.
A DOG’S SUPERIOR SENSES have long been used to aid mankind in a variety of contexts,” lyricized New York State appeals court justice Matthew Jason, in a decision approving the use of dopesniffing dogs as determinants of probable cause to search luggage for drugs in airports, with no supporting evidence needed.
The marijuana marketplace has found itself flooded this spring with a new breed of weed: cut-rate sinsemillas. Priced at $750 to $1,500 a pound, the mid-range marijuanas fill a void between the dominant $400-a-pound commercial market and the $2,000-a-pound exotic market.
Precipitated current epidemic of heroin abuse among middle-class whites. Because it is self-administered in the same manner as cocaine, through snorting and smoking, users overlook addiction liability. Produces physical dependence, with torturous withdrawal pains.
HE'S A FOLK HERO TO MANY, A TYRANNICAL SNOB TO SOME. HE'S "R.," THE LEGENDARY, CONTROVERSIAL CANNABIS Connoisseur, whose column in HIGH TIMES has earned him the reputation as "El Exigente" of marijuana—"The Demanding One," the last word in the delicate art of judging marijuana quality.
"Who disturbs my rest?" It was obviously my yearlong office mate, Bob Lemmo, but I made my voice baleful as possible anyway. It was barely 11 in the morning, a beautiful June morning in 1979. Even Lemmo ought be discouraged from ringing my phone at any such damn-fool wholesome hour.
Tom Forcade dealt pot. More importantly, he loved pot. Sure, as my learned colleague Latimer has pointed out, Forcade had a barely premorbid paranoia quotient—but marijuana, unlike people, didn't bug Tom, so he often surrounded himself with mounds and mounds of the stuff.
...the decision is to encourage the psychopath in oneself, to explore that domain of experience where society is boredom and therefore sickness, and one exists in the present... one is Hip or one is Square... —Norman Mailer, "The White Negro" Two-Times, festive in a Salvation Army Santa beard and a red Phillies baseball cap, has the floor: "How about dat, subway peeples!
dressed woman—a Jaclyn Smith look-alike, say—asks, in a husky voice, if you'd like to come over for, um, sherry. Once in her apartment, you trade meaningful looks and discuss knowledgeably the intricacies of maintaining a Porsche until such time as she leans over, nibbles gently on your ear and suggests retiring to the bedroom.
Separate a yolk from egg white with your mind!! Make accordions play by themselves! Float up to the ceiling at will!
John A. Keel
Ashtrays skitter across the room. Doors wrench themselves from their hinges and zip up stairways like giant Frisbees. Heavy pieces of furniture float to the ceiling while doorbells ring when no one is pushing their buttons and telephones jangle incessantly even when their wires have been pulled from the walls.
Once again Grow American is giving all you seed-sowing budmeisters out there a chance to impress the nation with the quality of your crop. And from the looks of these shots you're all under arrest—haha, just kidding. Until next time, this is your Grow American editor saying, "Let My People Grow."
COCAINE TRADE HIERARCHY FROM FARM TO CONSUMER (THE HISTORY OF A HYPOTHETICAL 300-KILO SHIPMENT)
FARMERS: Cultivate coca, harvest and dry leaves, and make the pasta. Every few months, as many as 2,000 farmers (working separately) will use a total of 45,000 kilos of dried leaves to make approximately 375 kilos of pasta— which will eventually become the hypothetical 300-kilo shipment.
Published Monthly By DeFunct County Parents Up In Arms, Combatting Drug-Abuse-Type And Non-Christian Influences From Outside The Community All Across The Nation
KNOW YOUR ENEMY
Parents' groups and legislators concerned with the latter-day rise in drug-abuse-type behavior among youth are beginning to take a long, hard look at Unsupervised Respiratory Activity (URA). Reports of young people indulging in URA began to crop up on the West Coast last year, and now incidents in Canada and northeastern urban centers have sparked attention from health control experts.
Deceptive in its seeming simplicity, oxygen ("O") is a molecule consisting of just two protons and two electrons. Yet there are literally thousands of trillions of oxygen molecules in every supercharged breath inhaled by someone practicing Unsupervised Respiratory Activity (URA).
Elson Grifferth first got the drift of things in 1974 when his daughter Bonnie, then only 22 years old, linked up with a sinister, bizarre cult of deviant breathers called the Ayurvedas. At the time Bonnie was a straight-B student at Georgia State U in Bizmuth Springs, majoring in home economics, with nothing at all strange or different about her, or even exceptional.
Deborah Mae Webster, 10 years old, of Mrs. Keith's fourth-grade class at Bizmuth Springs Elementary School, has been awarded a $500 scholarship from DeFunct County Parents Up In Arms (PUIA). Deborah was chosen as PUIA's "Oxygen Burn-Out" poster child for 1982 after her appearance on NBC-TV's hour long URA special, "Reading, Writing and Deep Breathing."
DeFunct County's "Media Cleanup" Target For September: NBC-TV's SCTV
As usual, participants in September's "Media Cleanup" form-letter project are reminded to put their own names at the end of the letter, where it says here, "Signature." That is, you shouldn't even write in the word "Signature" at all, but leave it out entirely, after you've hand-copied the rest of the letter, and replace it with your own name.
NEW YORK CITY, AP—“Why are kids these days blowing their lungs up with air?” asks Kevin McAnniny, spokesman for the famous East Village detox-and-rehab center, Tucson House. “I’ll tell you why. They’re programmed to do it by very, very shady, very insidious promoters of thinly disguised oxygen paraphernalia.”
"OXYGEN KILLED THIS CHICKEN!" Dr. Gabbaliel Nuthatch displays body of test chicken used to determine the effects of acute oxygen with-drawal syndrome. Chicken, placed in vacuum cleaner, expired after less than three minutes of enforced oxygen abstinence.
252 A DEFENDANT IN A FEDERAL DRUG case has provided a detailed account of how he said government agents entrapped him and sought to turn him into an informer against United States Representative Frederick W. Richmond....But Mr. Marino said that later, while he was in a marshal's custody awaiting arraignment, Mr. Hanley and his partner, Gary, visited him in the room where he was being held.
"Within those walls lies death!" So spoke the aging, toothless, syphilitic vizier—Manny of Emsee Ay—as he clutched one iron-thewed forearm of the mercenary-scribe beside him: the man they called Milyus the Barbarian. "Death! Death! Death...Oh, Barbarian of the West, of the Wind, of the Lion.
ONE GOOD thing about British punk rock is how, at least in small doses, it's always good for a laugh. Punk rhetoric has its own scaly sort of wit; and though most of its practitioners usually at least pretend to the intellectual capacities of a marauding band of Visigoths, there has never been an English punk rocker who wouldn't try his hand at a little philosophy whenever the appropriate occasion comes around.
MONK BROKE EVERY RULE. HE KISSED NO ASS. THEY BUSTED HIM AND THEY BUSTED HIM HARD.
THELONIOUS SPHERE Monk pissed a lot of people off. He played great music and they called him names. They called him a junkie. They called him a fake, a jive nigger. He put down the foundation for modern music and they took away his cabaret card so he couldn't work.
Last year George Frayne, aka the Commander, vowed to the HIGH TIMES audience that he'd prove "this burned-out lunchmeat hippie could still do it," and proceeded to rip apart the Lone Star Cafe with an inspired set that harkened back to the hottest days of the Lost Planet Airmen.
Dis here ich ben der speschial High Times for-makingk-out-mit-ballpointpen-survey-form, unt you vill be makingk it out schnell pronto-quick, no? Ja! You vill on dis here for-us-showingk-to-der-advertisers-survey-form be every thingk tellingk us of how much money you got, unt you got any cars, unt you got motorcycle, unt you got kreditcarden, unt you are dringkingk schnapps or vine, et cetera, ad nauseam!