President Dave Oinks

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Fifth Estate # 90, October 16-29, 1969

October 8th, Jack Forrest was awakened by the noisy spectacle of nine Federal agents bouncing off the vestibule wall of his mother’s apartment on Pingree.

T.O.S. = S.O.S.

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Fifth Estate # 89, October 2-15, 1969

The “Man” is a veritable packaging genius. He has just about mastered the art of packaging the same old shit so that it looks like different new shit.

Escape and Evasion

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Fifth Estate # 88, September 18-October 1, 1969

Ya know, the Army’s pretty neat. They even write special books that the Army guys can read if they get bored.

The wind in my hair

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Fifth Estate # 88, September 18-October 1, 1969

I ride a bike. Not the kind you pedal—I used to do that. I mean a motorcycle. There’s nothing like it.

“President Dave” joins News’ staff

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Fifth Estate # 87, September 4-17, 1969

Men seek the truth, Fascists deal in words. This becomes evident early in our lives if we care to see it for what it is.

Toilet Paper Patriotism

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Fifth Estate # 83, July 10-23, 1969

Brother Warner Mach, currently living out in the hinterlands of Rochester, sent us a box of “Uncle Sam Cereal” he came across while shopping in the local A&P out there.

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