PRINCETON HHH HASH #582.4

Date: November 24, 1996
Weather: Kikikikikikikikhrist it's getting cold in these streams
Venue: Battlefield Monument - Hun School - Yasna Polonia - across
       Province Line Rd. - ending on Carson Rd. by Squibb.
Time: 40 minutes
Set By: Nick Longrich and I'm Too Desperate
Hashers: Glory, Geezer, 242, LRF, Suzan "Speed Bumps" Aschmies,
         Jeff "WE MUST NAME THIS GUY" Skaar, Andrew Vaughn, 
         Rich "WE MUST NAME THIS GUY" Sarpong, Wacko, RoJo, Safe Sweats,
         I'm So Dirty, Nick Boivin, Reluctant Breeder
Rookies:  Kristen Rainey

	THE RETURN OF THE SS / OR / TRIP TO BATTLEFIELD

The Geezer passed another birthday (advancing from Carl Banks' number
to Brian Williams' - closing in on the offensive line) - Wacko, brainless
as ever, the LRF still rusty from a long summer layoff - these
shell-shocked veterans made a rookie mistake right from the start.  The
fact that the caravan of cars left before the hares was stupid enough,
but driving with Safe Sweats - utter folly.  Having traded
in his white Titanic for a blood red minivan, the condom-clad-one employed his
patented navigational strategy of following the first car that appears
to know where its going.  The subsequent Tour de Princeton and the
institute for advanced study - chock full of curb-hoppings, gave 242
ample time to run to the start from Dickinson St. with Glory.

Or was it really the start?!  Recriminations rebounded about the pack like
a bag of kitty chips when it was realized that the hares were not present
and no one knew where the start really was.

Eventually, marks were discovered heading to the Hun School and Yasna
Polonia - site of the hash 7 weeks ago.  Across Stonybrook we galloped,
straight into the arms of Fred, an angry homeowner who wasn't going to
let us get out of 1996 without at least one last confrontation.
(1996 was nothing compared with 1995, the year of the angry
homeowner which started with Farmer Brown and his shotgun full
of rock salt (and foul-mouthed offspring) and culminated with Clem
calling the coppers and almost getting My Lips Are Seals arrested, but
I digress.)  This time 242 took the brunt of the attack - using the tried
and true technique of blaming the hare "Nick" - who of course, was no where
to be seen, giving the homeowner the impossible task of trying to confront
an entire pack of hounds who were all ignoring him.  The LRF
took time out to educate Fred that we were perfectly legal running along
Stonybrook - for about 5 seconds, that is, before we scaled our way into Yasna
Polonia, what used to be the highest security zone in the area, 
now just the makings of a golf course.  The LRF, having made his point, 
ran off, never to be seen or heard of again.

The rest of the pack turned left out off the construction site and wound our
way through the woods to Province Line Road, then back into more woods
and looped our way out to Squibb off Carson Road.  Once again the only
regroups were voluntary stops as the Princeton hashers are getting far too
good at following the trail - cruising to the finish with nary a breather
in 40 minutes.  Hmmmm - whatever happened to the mass confusion that was
Princeton's trademark?  Where's the Milkman when we need him?  Or is it
just that Glory has increased the average brainpower on the trail by
an order of magnitude.   I think it's time the Princeton Hash reaquainted
itself with an age old friend seen far to little in recent weeks - Mr. "F" -
friend of the haggard - enemy of the FRB (that's "Front Running Bastard"
to all you newbies).

Next Hashes:

#583.4   Sunday, December 1, 2 pm,   Wacko sets
#584.4   Sunday, December 8, 2 pm,   Solo sets
#585.4   Sunday, December 15, 2 pm,  Delay LLLama sets, god help us