PRINCETON HHH HASH #506.4 

Date: May 14, 1995
Weather: too nice
Venue: Carnegie Center
Time: 0.49
Set By: Wacko
Hashers: Delay LLLama, Geezer, The Madam, My Lips Are Seals, Eyesore, Molly
Graves, Steve Smith, Dry Martinez

Description, comments, polemics, and lies: Mr. 242 finked out, so Wacko set
another hares and hounds starting at the Carnegie Center and running to
that most venerable of all hash icons, The Ditch Where the Dinosaurs Died.
The Ditch got its name on #134, the very last integral hash, but made
earlier appearances on hashes #70 and #97. The Ditch has been the subject
of some mighty efforts at descriptive prose, as you can imagine. Here is
how it has been rendered in print on its several appearances. One lesson
from all this is that writing skills have gone sharply downhill over the
years.

# 97    "several feet deep of slime.. filled with creatures too loathsome
to mention"

#134     "obscene...so foul as to defy the telling...ooze belching
loathsome gases...."

#290.4    "murky depths"

#328.4    "shoes percolating in the ooze"

#411.4   "skunk mud...."

#444.4   "foul smelling..."

This is what it was like on this cloudy May day as the pack crossed and
re-crossed the Dreaded Ditch. The occasional methane bubble distorted its
surface as it turgidly meandered its way along, always running slightly
uphill. Nothing lives beneath its oil-slicked surface, and no plant can
long survive its environs.The Ditch is deceptively shallow, with a bottom
clearly visible through its lifeless chemical waters. But place a foot
therein, as a hasher is wont to do, and you will discover the real horror
of this fetid creek. Down into primordial goop goes the foot, protective
sneaker rapidly dissolving as it sinks, skin wrinkling and shriveling under
the onslaught of the foul fluid. Deeper and deeper one descends into the
bottomless, malevolent muck, and all is lost unless one is rescued from the
ooze by someone more fortunate, or one's rush to oblivion is halted by an
encounter with the remains of one of the giant saurs whose decomposing
bodies still fuel the engine of the evil stream.



Once though the Ditch, we cruised past the Hyatt, scattering guests and
frightening the help. One could hear the phones ringing with cancellations
as the sordid, smelly pack headed for the van and the thin panther piss
that substituted for beer on this hash. Enough of the Red and White,
already. Send it back to Hopalong.


Future Hashes:   #507.4        May 21, 1995, Village Idiot sets
                 #508.4       Saturday, May 27, 1995, The Warbler sets the 
                                                                           
                     Reunions Hash

OK it's time to start Wednesday evening hashing: Let's begin with:

            #509.4 Wednesday, June 7, 6 pm,  followed by the first         
                                                            summer cookout
at the Geezerheim.  Solo sets. 
            #510.4 Wednesday, June 14, 6 pm, 242 sets.
            #511.4  Wednesday, June 21, 6 pm, Madam sets
            #512.4 Wednesday, June 28, 6 pm, Toxic Waste sets