PRINCETON HHH HASH #551.4 HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY ANNUAL GROUP PHOTO THIS SUNDAY AFTER THE HASH HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY DON'T MISS THIS ALWAYS RAUCOUS EVENT HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY HEYHEYHEY Date: April 14, 1996 Weather: Formidable Venue: ETS to AT&T on Carter Road Time: 1:20 Set By: Geezer Hashers: The Delay LLLama, 242, Throat Warbler Mangrove, Wacko, Eyesore, Rick "Feels Good" Mysecki, John "Sloshed" Schloss, The Reverend, Joe "Do It Again" Remsen, Len Blum, Diane "Free Ride" Sydovsky, Frank "Frankly Nonsense" Stentman, Jane Sarwin, Julie, Margot and Bonnie "Frank's Friend, Cassandra O'Neill and half a dozen others whose names we never got (Geez can you help me here? - who was that undergraduate totally gorgeous hunk of man?!) FLOWER POWER Warning - quoth the wizened one - do not stir the beast! But the beast will be stirred, which will no doubt aid in population control. After summarily insulting the unlikely assembled for their inability to differentiate a bloodroot from a sine curve, the Geezer led the entourage back to the site of what he calls the most infamous hash crime ever committed since the beginning of time - ETS - and sent us upon our merry way. Since only the Llama and 242 were around the previous week, the lumbering pack were generally unaware that we were in fact backtracking the trail of Hash #550.4. (In fact, so was the Llama.) Instead all were concentrating as hard as possible on locating the various flora that the GM had presented in his opening diatribe so as not to be shamed. Therefore, twas not surprising that it took an inordinate amount of time to find the trail. But man did we see flowers! All of them - the red, yellow, purple, red, big, small, small-to-big red, medium-to-small-but- not-too-too-small orange, and even the red. Having gotten this out of the way, we soon found ourselves following an arrow into nowhere (to think anyone would believe a Geezer arrow at this point. Perhaps we just wanted all the new boots to experience the proper flavor of the PHHH, or perhaps we just enjoyed prolonging the time it took for 242 to find a woods thick enough to relieve himself - what is now becoming a hash ritual. Follow the scent. Across Stonybrook we waded enmasse into the lair of the beast. 242 wakened it - Wacko circled it - Eyesore danced past it - but Throat Warbler met "Mother Goose" full gander and had to beat her back with a stick. The Delay Llama not as fortunate - from the color of his face we weren't too sure if her was Goosed to Death or to Fulfillment - but that's another hasher. Eventually the entire packed emerged in one piece beyond the beast and began trudging up the asphalt - spirits marshalled by the Geezer's encouraging advice "Don't run forever". Ahhhh, see what wisdom seventeen years of hashing has garnered. Back and forth we cavorted in revelerous bliss and fun as always is true on the hash. Surprising many a lad and lass on a beautiful spring day out in the woods - what possibly could be more fun. I certainly don't know. Yes, it's spring time, and hashing is in the air. Fa la la la la la - it doesn't get better than this. The trail was cut short in order to avoid Farmer Amos's guttermouth. In a parking lot beyond AT & T we rocked and rolled to beer, chips and some damn fine salsa (and some damn miserable beer) - John "Sloshed" Schloss justified his name, pounding down a six-pack in six minutes and proceeding to imitate hashers from around the world. Joe "Do It Again" did, as did the Reverend and even Len Blum "bloomed". All promised to return next week, which Mr. Stentman agreed was "Frankly Nonsense". However, this trail and apres were splendid enough that who knows.... There was only mild mooning and the temptation to sing was strongly resisted. After listening to 242's description of a horse on locoweed, we insulted each other's ability to set trail, and then piled into the cars and proceeded home, dreaming of next week and the wonderful fun we will all have. Next Hashes: #552.4 Sunday, April 21st, 2 pm, Geezer Reprise - Annual Group Photo #553.4 Sunday, April 28th, 2 pm, ??? sets #554.4 Sunday, May 5th, 2 pm ??? sets #555.4 Sunday, May 12th, 2 pm TFM and Reluctant Breeder set