STEVENSON HALL HHH HASH   #146.2


Date:  Sunday, November 15, 1987

Weather:   archaic

Set by: The Geezer  

Runners:  Courtney, Hiser, McCart, Gibson, Wachspress, Hyde, Quackenbush, 
Havens, Lopez, Pushner, Curbishley, Baker, Lazarides, Barbara Saldick and Andy 
Raybould from the NY HHH

"First to Cooler"  Joe Burns, Pushnermaybe 


Description, comments:  "My job is to shed light, not to master," so spoke the Geezer 
as he gave out instructions in the gentle, even kindly, tones of a professional Educator 
of the Young.  "Arrows are arrows," he ventured, "and there are a few idiosyncratic 
marks along the way."  A flek or two of foam escaped as he warmed to the task at hand 
- to help the pathetic remnants of the Mole People, still disturbingly phosphorescent after 
their Ordeal in the Depths on Hash #145.2, and to initiate those from the NYCH3 into 
the sometimes twisted ways of the SHHHH.  He went on to describe one or two places 
in the forest where the setter just might have been a tad lost and confused. At last, 
visibly losing control, he sent them on their way as his voice rose into a final maniacal 
scream, "Watch out for the elephants!" 

And off they went, returning alumni nursing hangovers, veterans wondering how long 
they could hold out, and Baker seeking a creative way to get lost.  This Hash ran 
through familiar territory.  The start was at the PDS parking lot and the trail ran down the 
Elem Road, looped back down the Great Road and then into the Woodfield 
Reservation.  All went well until Wachspress, ever alert for lurking pachyderms, decided 
that the woods were too dangerous and led the pack back to the road.  Cooler heads 
eventually prevailed and they were soon back into the trees, floundering towards the 
marks.  Overrunning seemed the style of the day, as an obvious trail out was missed by 
Quackenbush and the rest followed, bleating sheepishly in their devotion to this all too 
temporary leader.  There's always at least one goat however, and this time it was 
Curbishley leading Lazerides, Havens and Pushnermaybe along the real trail to Drake's 
Corner Road.  A bit of running here, as the pack met Wachspress, fresh from his normal 
(well...) investigation of  the local canines, coming up the road from the wrong direction.  

Half a mile or so led back into the woods and then out to Province Line Road.  Into the 
woods again, this time amidst malevolent giant boulders.  Down they went, emerging at 
the bottom of the hill.  At this point any Princeton hasher must have felt the inevitability 
of the end.  Yet Pushnermaybe and Lopez were suckered into a long Pascal Trap, 
labelled, inscrutibly, P..A..S..C..A..L.....T..R..A..P.  Pushnermaybe couldn't make out 
what the letters said, turned around and stumbled bewildered onto the right trail.  Lopez 
was less fortunate and perservered to the inevitable terminal "F".  The Louisiana Reptile 
Fancier hisself was in Boston, responding to a reported sighting of a reticulated subway 
python, and thus missed the message.

On to the bridge it was, to the cooler and the jumbo hoagies.

Next Hash:   Sunday, November 22, 2 pm, 91 Prospect, Wachspress sets.