"Everybody's hustlin' a-just to have a little
'C'..."

The story:

July 1966 — seashore at Lawrence Harbor NJ:
77 WABC-AM spun this latest release in heavy
rotation as the tail-end of the British Invasion
begun 2 years earlier was now morphing into
psychedelia; the new, happening, sound from Woody
Guthie & Bob Dylan disciple Donovan Leitch about
what seemed (no pun) S/uperficially about comic-
book S/uperheroes.
"Superman and Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on
me..."
National Periodicals' (DC) Superman Comics already
had the "Go-Go Checks" checkerboard squares on the
top of every cover (beginning with Action Comics
#333, February 1966) of their latest books
acknowledging the growing teenage youth influence
in popular culture, so now it was the music's
turn, a sort of symbolic synergy (or perhaps even
syzygy when considering other aspects) working in
concert with each other—before Don Kirschner same
named show even.
As a 9 year old had no idea about such things, but
liked what I liked, and while flying my flimsy,
plastic, "One-Hour Martinizing" Batman kite at the
beach, amid the washed up seashells and dead-or-
alive horseshoe crabs, thought the Scotish folkie
was singing phrases of the praises of Hi-C®,
Hawaiian Punch® or something like Tang®
("Astronaut Approved™" though Buzz Adrin says,
"Tang® sucks."), as my familiarity with Beat
slanguage vocabulary didn't include drug
references.
Yet.
So it was all so innocent, like orange juice,
another good source of Vitamin C—Au naturel.
Golden.
By the time I started making my own limited
exploration of 'the scene' on or around 1970-71,
with countless head-shops to choose from just a
hop, skip, and a jump across the river via the
trestle-bridge on Bridge St, some seriously heavy
music freak politely informed and corrected me as
to the actual lyrics, from my previously held
misconception of the "C" referring to a vitamin,
to the now possibly provocative but incorrect "C"
(meaning cocaine), finally to the correct also
cool (but not cooler) "scene", which would imagine
many were already doing with even more "hustlin'
a-just to have a little C", as the hip
counterculture of the 60's mutated into the
bloated disco-monster of the 1970's, and beyond.