PRINCETON HHH HASH #444.4 Date: February 13 ,1994 Weather: Deep Set By: Duncan Hashers: Road Jaundice, Ron Roessler, Jud Brewer, Art Taylor, Sam Dellenbaugh, Louisiana Reptile Fancier, Geezer, Safe Sweats, Maura Hagen, Bill Pugh, Wacko, Chris Neidre, Little Fragile Broken Bone, Guy Della Rossa, In Up To His Waste Venue: West Windsor Municipal Building through Little Bear Swamp to the Ditch Where the Dinosaurs Died and back, more or less. First to Cooler: Joe Burns Description, polemics, comments, and lies: Gispert Memorial Trudge With a foot and a half of snow on the ground Duncan was faced with daunting problems in his rookie set. Although it must be admitted that he was clearly overwhelmed by some of his difficulties, he did get a few things right. We could see the marks well, for example, as the flour was well flavored with the regulation carpenter’s chalk. Indeed, we could see them all too well as they marched relentlessly off into the distance. “False trail? Whatzat?” was Duncan’s only reply when the inevitable vengeful carping appeared at the On In. The pack was reduced to forced marches through Little Bear Swamp, which reminds me of Great Bear Swamp, (“Now so sadly bereft of it’s Great Bears” - a quote from the writeup of Toxic Waste’s evil #89, 4/12/86). Actually, that Hash was much more interesting than this one, so I think I’ll write it up instead. It featured Toxic’s 3/4 mile false trail without an F, for which the LRF has never forgiven him, the Geezer’s swan dive into the primordial ooze, Cornman’s (Seaman) writhing in the dust, and a run through the Alan B. Dempster, Sr. Firing Range. Gibson and the Geezer sang “So long mom, I’m off to drop the bomb” at the apres at the Geezerheim. It was also Pushnermaybe’s rookie hash. One of the classics. WHY DOESN’T TOXIC WASTE AT LEAST SET ONCE IN A WHILE? He no longer loves his old buddies. But I digress: Across the wintry fields so often explored in other weathers we trudged. Actually, we have done these fields in winter as well. I recall The Euclidian Hasher’s #212.4 (2/26/89), The LRF lost his keys and all the marks were snowed out. But I digress again. Across the road, and into the woods to the Ditch where the Dinosaurs Died. Remember the Geezer’s #134 (7/5/87)? The Geezerzoon did a famous dive into the Ditch and the Throatwarbler gave the foul-smelling creek its name. I quote from the writeup’s description of the Ditch: “Thorn and brush led to a sylvan creek in which the water tentatively trickled through the tenuous tendrils of trembling trees, while deer and tortoise lapped lasciviously at the languid lakes of limpid liquid. Now that’s great writing! Where have the giants of yesteryear gone? But I stray from my path: We did a giant U turn at the Ditch, Duncan obviously unable to bring himself to cross the dark waters, turning instead back across the Euclidian fields once again, across the Amtraks to finish at some squalid shopping center. Speaking of squalid, do you remember ....but yet again I wander. Why, I wonder? Maura, Wacko, TFM*, and Little Fragile Broken Bone were all rescued, and the brownies were good. Some new names: Jud Brewer is “The Milkman” for obvious reasons. Art Taylor is the Delay Lllama. Why all those l’s you ask? I quote Ogden Nash: “A one-el lama is a priest, A two-el llama is a beast, But I will bet a silk pajama, You’ll never see a three-el lllama.” *Sam Dellenbaugh, who distinguished himself with egregious over-competitiveness at the recent hard core hash (“I’m the first, I’m the first”) is forevermore TFM. Perhaps this stands for “The First Man”. There may be some who think that TFM stands for other things. More later. Next Hashes: # 445.4 Sunday, February 20, 2 pm, Unsafe Sweats Sets Saturday, February 26, Pushnermaybe sets in Summit. Call Wacko for details. # 446.4 Sunday, February 27, 2 pm, Mr. Fluffy sets. # 447.4 Saturday, March 5, 2 pm, Wrong Way sets. Dr. No visits, beware. #448.4 Sunday, March 13, Geezer Sets #449.4 Sunday, March 20 Throatwarbler sets #450.4 Sunday, March 27, Wacko sets #451.4 Sunday, April 3, Solo sets