PRINCETON HHH HASH #403.4 

Date: March 21, 1993
Weather: Southren
Set By: Little Fragile Broken Bone
Hashers: Safe Sweats, Geezer, LRF,  Wacko, Throatwarbler, Hashrat, Steaming to 
Cambodia
Rookie: Alan Drummond
First to Cooler: Joe Burns

Four Pounds of Cornmeal


Description, polemics, comments and lies:


All his little fragile broken bones have been put back together, and there he was, sharp 
as a tack in a ten-piece zoot suit in the otherwise grungy parking lot. Smiling, he was, 
too, with his bride to be (unless she gains control of her senses) by his side, and his 
brain more or less permanently tuned to “off”. Evidence of this was fast coming, as we 
set off for route 295 and a projected bolt south, by driving through downtown tourist-
infested Princeton, thus adding 10 minutes or so to the Geezervan’s milage, and 
sending the LRF into appropriate (for once) apoplexy. Half way to Deptford we arrived 
at the Bordentown Baptist Church, fast by the edge of the Great Southren Hopeless 
Swamp of Misery. “I set with cornmeal”, said the formerly broken one, “and I used at 
least four pounds!” Screams of outrage echoed across the swamp from some, while 
others thoughtfully contemplated the flocks of fat blackbirds in the swamp, some still 
licking their chops after their Sunday cornmeal lunch. All were agreed, however, that 
the trail must lie within those icy mudflats. Not so, cried LFBB, it’s up the road. Surely 
there could be no reason other than concern for our welfare that he was so fearful of 
our setting out into the depths. Surely the trail could not be there in the swamp, waiting 
to be cut off like a tiny, little, fragile bone waiting for the break? We took pity on the 
rookie setter and dutifully set off down the road, following Weinstein-like microdots of 
half-eaten yellow dust. Up on the Skyway to Nowhere (your tax dollars at work) we 
found the yellow grit, artfully hidden from the rapacious birds within the concave guard 
railings. Fortunately, a grain or two escaped to fall on the ground for our inspection. 
Otherwise, we’d be there still, condemned forever to march across that endless 
highway in the sky. Off the El, down into (surprise!) the swamp, and back out onto the 
railroad tracks. There we met Mom and Pop out for a Sunday walk and looking for the 
folks who had marked their house for robbery or worse with the dreaded yellow circle. 
And there, too, Hashrat found an opportunity to train for the open position of the PH3’s 
designated groveler, when he encountered a guard on a bike. The rat’s got a lot of work 
to do before he comes close to equaling the loathsome displays of the unlamented Dr. 
No.  





Through the sordid streets of Bordentown - no Elsie or Elmer here - just cars with 
“Impeach Clinton” bumper stickers and other telling signs of the intellectual level of the 
local fauna.


Around the corner, down the street to a cul-de-sac and the beer. Safe Sweats educated 
us all with a discourse on the difference between a driveway and a road. The salsa was 
“medium” - Mended or not, there’s a way to go. Think it over, lady!


Next Hashes:

Sunday, March 29, 2 pm, Solo sets another ghostly hash
Sunday, April 4, 2 pm, Steaming to Burma sets “The Endurance Hash”
Sunday, April 11, 2 pm, Big Nut sets
Sunday, April 18, 2 pm, Wrong Way sets
Sunday, April 25, 2 pm,  A. G. Zaire sets
Sunday, May 2, 2 pm LRF sets
Sunday, May 9, Hashrat sets
Sunday, May 16, Pushnermaybe sets, maybe
Sunday, May 23, Wacko sets
Saturday, May 29, The Madam sets