In an idle hour, Jazz Columnist Ralph Gleason of the San Francisco Chronicle staged a tongue-in-cheek interview with a fictional hipster named Shorty Pederstein. His old friend, he reported, had deserted the beard-and-sandal set of the Beat Generation, now boasted a Nob Hill address, clean shaves and tennis togs.
Said Shorty of the new Up-Beat Generation: "We eschew the verbal shorthand popularly supposed to be the language of this ingroup, and we reject the death-wish symbolism of the dark shirt and black stockings. The square has come full circle, so to speak. The hipster...
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