Hippies: Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

It was the most frolicsome funeral in memory. Through San Francisco's Golden Gate Park wended a legion of hippies, the lads bedizened with beads and scrapes, the lasses with furs and long velvet dresses. Then came the casket, a 15-ft. grey box labeled "Summer of Love," and behind it an equally outsized stretcher on which reclined a hirsute "corpse," clutching a zinnia to its breast—symbol of the death of the flower children. Television cameras ogled the scene as the mourners gathered around the casket and filled it with charms, peacock feathers, orange...

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