PRINCETON HHH HASH  #563.4


Date: July 10, 1996
Weather: Cool
Venue: Princeton
Time: ~1:20
Set By: 242
Hashers:  The Delay LLLama, Pushnermaybe, In Up To His Waste, RoJo, Sarah 
	Bixby, Thomthelostboy, Adam "Shishkabob"

Descriptions, Comments, Polemics, and Lies:
	Well, what can I say.  The Cuban Assassin elusively was 
assassinated, and so he was not able to set.  Therefore a live hare was 
needed.  The smiling victim then biked up: 242!!  Flour was acquired and 
the hapless hare ran off, thinking he had some head start.   After six 
minutes of waiting by the pack, they got bored and chased off after the 
man with no body fat.  
	The first stop on our cavalcade of horror was Palmer Stadium, 
where the hare squeeked through a piece of fence that the more mature and 
broad of beam hashers dared not go.  Therefore, the younger, dumber 
hashers squeezed through the fence and hashed through the Stadium only to 
find that, HORRORS, it left the stadium on the other side.  The trail 
then wound its way by Notenstein, across the Woodrow Wilson School plaza, 
and around the scenic bricks of Frick.  The path then went out onto 
Nassau Street, where passers-by shook their heads in sorrow and pity at 
the silly hashers running by.  Some were actually quite surprised by 
group of slavering dogs which the hashers had become.
	After the checkmark in the middle of Witherspoon, the pack ran by 
the Alchemist and Barrister, with all the rich people looking down their 
noses, by the Post Office, and off to the construction-plagued University 
Place.  The trail ran down University Place and then, Surprise, it ran 
across the golf course, wending its way back and forth across the scenic 
holes, to the dismay of the golfers.  The trail exited, and ran out 
toward route one through some University housing, ending up by the Nassau 
pool.  From here the pack became separated with Rojo and IUTHW running 
way ahead of the pack, because they are short cutters.  (they will deny this)
The rest of the pack became stuck on the opposite side of the fence, and 
much effort and profanity was expended in getting over the fence. (TFM 
almost left a very dear piece of himself stuck on the tines of this 
fence)  The trail then moved across the swamp which time had forgotten, 
and then 242 so nicely added a canal swim to wash off that mud which had 
adhered to everyone's lower body in the swamp.  The trail made its way 
down the tow path, crossed through the Butler Apartments, and ended at 
the Rusty Scupper.  All in All, it was an OK hash.  However, it does not 
make up for the travesty of the last Hard Core.  242 needs about 3 of 
these more to make up for even a piece of that thing.

Next week, 
Hash ???.4  TFM sets. (directions will be forthcoming)

after that I have not a bloody clue.