PRINCETON HHH HASH #461.4 

Date: 	June 22, 1994
Weather: 	Not as Hotskigavotski as last week
Set By: 	Solo
Hashers: 	Mr. 242, Geezer,	Outdoor Action, TFM, LRF, Sarah Smith, Jim Greer, 			Little Fragile Broken Bone, The Delay Lllama, In Up to His Waist, Safe 			Sweats, Milkman, Jim Gilmore
Rookies:	Beth Rosenberg, Pete Kovac, Jon Wood
Venal Visitor: Neutered from the Orlando HHH
Venue: 	Van Kirk Road through the transmission station, to whatsitsname 			airport, through a small and sordid development to a park.
First to Cooler: Joe Burns

Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies: 

We Don’ Need No Stinkin’ GM

**The Geezer did his best, carefully getting all the names and addresses written down. 
That much, it must be admitted, he did well. However, as Your Beloved Scribe sits 
down to record #461 for posterity, a crestfallen Geezer walks in to tell me that he has 
lost his list. How am I to do these things in my usual brilliant manner without decent 
support? Do we have to put up with this idiot any longer? Read the title. Apologies to all 
mis- and ill-named above - or even left out.**

We started with Neutered, visiting from Orlando to flack the Interamericas Hash next 
September. For a mere $195 you get a free T-shirt. The shirts he brought weren’t free, 
however. He refused to run with so motley a crowd as the PH3, and so we gave him a 
down-down and set out on Solo’s latest effort.


Solo can giveth but Solo can also taketh away. For example, he was the author of both 
the brilliant  #404, “We All Died at Neshanic Station” and the ill-conceived #451.4, an 
abandoned marathon rescued from total obscurity only by the appearance of the tasty 
Mallard triplets, Huey, Dewey, and Louise. This time he gaveth a recapitulation of 
#426.4 “Crime Doesn’t Pay” from September 19, 1993. Eschewing the skunk-ridden 
woods he first sent the pack pounding down the pavement of Van Kirk Road. Inevitably, 
we entered the abandoned SETI transmission station, now an overgrown waste of 
sumac and roads leading only from nowhere to places more remote. It was here that 
Solo must have realized that setting with only four ounces of flour required a certain 
spacing of the marks. Or perhaps it was his native frugality - a pinch of flour saved is a 
thing of beauty in Sololand, it seems. In any event, the pack became scattered and was 
rescued only when a badly lost Reptile Fancier come upon an arrow. We emerged at 
the nursery by the airport, site of many an interesting contretemps. This time our 
escape was uneventful, and we were back to the tarmac, finding our way in and around 
a small development to the ball field famous in another era as the site of one of the 
Geezer’s moronic “endless loops of life”. Out we came to the end. 

The apres was at Chateau Greer, and a sumptuous repast it was. We’ll come back 
every week. We also got to watch one of the great sporting events of the century as 
Zambia lost to The Solomon Islands - or something like that.

Our sometime correspondent, and always far-flung alumna, Kendra Hershey (who has 
now sent us 108 more letters than she ran hashes) writes us again: 

“I haven’t gone hashing since February in Thailand, but I passed through Princeton this 
past Sunday. I jogged to Stevenson (assuming Stevenson still exists - I’m sure the 
University would think nothing of leveling it without telling anybody). I didn’t find 
anybody but I did find a pen on the ground and I had some toilet paper in my pocket (I 
guess I should tell the story of how I got stuck in the men’s room of the Burger King). 
[Ed. Comment: By all means - it might even get you a name.] So I wrote a note on the 
TP and hung it on a sign. Of course such a fragile material wasn’t going to last long so I 
looked for something more durable. So I wrote on some firewood, a crime no doubt 
punishable by jail and caning in Singapore. Oh well, I’m only in the US for two weeks 
and then it’s back to the land of the obedient and the home of the cane.”

There is little comment necessary. Clearly, her half-mind is functioning normally, and 
equally clearly she is determined not to run with us. Come home Kendra, all is 
forgotten.


**Ah, the Geezer found his list, if not his wits.


Next Hashes:

#462,  Wednesday, June 29, 6 pm, Someone Sets- There will be a hash
$463,  Tuesday or Wednesday, July 5 or 6, Throatwarbler sets