Word: krishnas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Hare Krishna Santa Clauses, a prefabricated creche, plastic lights and boughs, and a lone Salvation Army horn player are ushering in the Christmas spirit and trying to throw Cambridge shoppers into a buying frenzy...
...feed children reindeer meat," one of a pair of Hare Krishna monks said yesterday as he walked through Harvard and Central Squares handing out pamphlets and candy and asking for money...
DIED. A.C. Bhaktivedanta (Swami Prabhupada), 81, founder and spiritual leader of the American Hare Krishna movement; after a long illness; at his temple in Vrindaban, India. The manager of a large pharmaceutical laboratory, the swami's life was altered when he met his own guru in 1922. After some 40 years of preparation and the translation of more than 80 volumes of Hindu works, the swami came to New York City. Flower children of the '60s were instantly attracted to Prabhupada's offerings of an ascetic life; the flowing saffron robes and rhythmic chants of the Hare...
...sitar sounded throughout the service, and the bride's jeweled nose pin glittered in the ceremonial firelight. It was the Hindu wedding, in East Detroit, of Lekhasravanti (nee Elizabeth Louise Reuther), 30, daughter of the late Walter Reuther, president of the United Auto Workers, and her fellow Hare Krishna member, Bhusaya (Bruce Dickmeyer), 27. The best man: Ambarish, 27, otherwise known as Alfred Ford, great-grandson of Henry I. No other Fords were in sight, but the bride's uncles Victor and Ted Reuther gamely padded around in their socks and joined the festivities. Said a wide-eyed...
Okay, and I admit I'm hard put to tell one Hare Krishna zomboid apart from one another. Okay, and what Journal says sounds sorta wilted flower-powered nice. But in "Perspective" Journal editor Sherman Goldman proceeds to use rhetoric like a travelling politician who's eaten too much fruit in a strange constituency. He uses all the fine-sounding analogies and metaphors but there's a queasiness beneath...