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Apparently, these articles didn't dissuade an entire generation from indulging

Who wouldn't want to try this stuff?

Caption: A San Francisco mathematician takes a trip on LSD with his cat, who is on the drug, too. He does this every other week.

Surprisingly, there are some pics of an LA Acid test in 66:

Caption: A user, "freaking freely," at a session of the Acid Test group in Hollywood, gyrates with his own shadow until he collapses.

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A bit of Internet sleuthing turns up this background story about this relatively unknown Acid Test held at the Cinema Theatre on Feb. 25, 1966, 

 "A team from Life Magazine turned up, led by a photographer, Larry Schiller, who was on to the LSD world and had taken the pictures at the Hollywood Test. They interviewed the Pranksters and took pictures and said they were going to do a big spread on the acid scene and, they hoped, put the Pranksters on the cover. So they hailed the bus on over to the big photo studio and Schiller convened them all. Then -- Babbs refused to go in. But the rest of them, Norman, Hagen, Cassady, a whole flock of them, went on it, and Schiller took a lot of pictures. To Norman it seemed square. For one thing, the guy was working in black and white, and the most obvious thing about the Pranksters was color, Day-Glo, the brighter the better, the more vibrations the better. Then Schiller had them all sit down in a group, against a black background, and in the middle they had Cassady stand up and wave his arms up and down like a crow. He took the pictures in strobe, and this would make Cassady look like he had multi-arms, like the great god Shiva. This strobe thing was at the time new in psychedelic photography, and the mass media would never tire of it. Recreates the acid experience, etc. Then Schiller told certain people to stay around for individual shots, colorful characters like Cassady and Paul Foster with his wild mutton chops and Importancy Coat, and Norman, maybe because he had a beard. The usual...The others went on outside where Babbs was. Finally, they all left. The ones who had stayed for the individual shots, and when they got outside, the bus was gone. Clean gone. Babbs, Mountain Girl, Zonker, Walker, and the others---split. 
   Hagen couldn't believe it. "Why---we've been pranked!" he said.
   Pranksters--and the pranked.

Caption:... At right, Los Angeles "acid heads" (LSD users) and spectators watch member of troupe called the Acid test dance under the influence of the drug, using flashing lights to heighten its effects. At upper right, a girl sits enraptured in an LSD hangout.

[Is that a girl or a young Bob Weir? (kidding)]

There's lots more. My favorite pages are the car ads:

"...What makes the Chevrolet devilish?

The Turbo-Jet V8 engine you can add.

It breathes like no other engine.

It delivers more usable power whenever you need it.

On Impala it comes with 325, 390, 0r 425 horsepower..."

That 1966 Impala with 425 horsepower might not have had seatbelts -- they were first mandated to be installed in cars just around that time (but ya didn't have to use them).

Lots of ads for cars, booze, and cigarettes (many with a touch of sexual innuendo).

The guy-driving-the-car's name is Columbus. (I guess the word "jams" wasn't music-related back then.)

"...So Chris likes the living room comfort of the Park Lane in traffic snarls. With an optional Stereo-Sonic Tape System, he's in his own concert hall, insulated against jams."

This is a in an article in the March 1966  issue about a school for Southern Californian homemakers:

In the Sept 66 one I found a great article about Muhammad Ali​

and some more crazy ads -- sex sells then, as now