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304 V O L . 7 5 P A R T 2 M A R C H 2 0 1 7 THE ADVOCATE following short paragraph (all words capitalized): “WELL I MEAN SHIT ! !” I found this beginning not only in questionable taste, but also downright inaccurate. A perusal of the rest of the review revealed that the reviewer did not mean shit at all: in fact he had found the movie enjoyable and recommended it highly. It was just that the poverty of his vocabulary impeded his efforts to convey this idea to the reader. I am happy to tell the seekers after the fountain of youthful expression that at long last they may seek painlessly, and be entertained at the same time. Far and away the best thing I have seen in the underground press is the Georgia Straight’s comic strip series “The Adventures of Harold Hedd”. These have now been collected in one volume at the reasonable price of $1.00, and to all those who are neither too squeamish nor too righteous, I recommend the book for excellent entertainment. By way of warning, I should say that “Harold Hedd” is unquestionably iconoclastic, pornographic and (unless my legal judgment has deserted me) highly libellous. The “Collected Adventures” seem to me to libel (among others) Mayor Campbell, Prime Minister Trudeau, McDonald’s Hamburgers, President Nixon, the R.C.M.P., and Sherlock Holmes—a wide enough range you will admit. But enough of this petty carping; the drawing is good and the stories are hilarious, so let’s get on with the action. Harold Hedd is a Vancouver hippy (or freak) who lives in a scruffy downtown attic with a varied menage, including, intermittently, a fat cousin called Elmo the Biker from Owl’s Eye, Alberta, and various girls, and, permanently, a cat named Kitty who is my favourite character. Harold is a smoker, and from time to time a vendor, of pot, a consumer of LSD, a collector of welfare cheques, a liberator of foodstuffs from supermarkets and a passive critic of straight society. I emphasize passive, because the activists come off very badly—the yippies for instance are depicted as moronic malcontents who can’t even make a bomb without the aid of the resident R.C.M.P. undercover agent. Harold is not at all intellectual, his favorite reading matter being comic books, including a mysterious series of pornographic comics called “White Lunch Comix” which must be an underground underground press. He is hooked on old science-fiction movies, and moves heaven and earth to get his defective T.V. repaired to see an epic entitled “The Incredible Stinking Blob of Crud from Galaxy X”, only to find that it has been replaced by “Gidget Goes to Muskogee”, a disaster which prompts him to “off” his T.V. set from Lion’s Gate Bridge forthwith. Kitty is the intellectual of the outfit, who reads works of philosophy and deplores Harold’s taste—“Ye Gods, how can Harold read this shit?” Kitty's comments on the Sun newspaper endear her


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