PRINCETON HHH HASH #742.4

Date:     October 131, 1999
Weather: Khoroshchow
Venue:    The Big Rocky Candy Mountain in Sauerland 
Time:    65 minutes
Set By:  Uranus Williams assisted by Juicy

Hashers: Tropical Depression, Hey YO! Paully, Tabletoes, RoJo, Booger,
Llloda, Excitable Boy, Hand Solo, Pyroman, Speedbumps, Ouipee,
Excremental Earnings, Squirrely, Minor minor minor Tom the Army Guy,
Tomoko, Devjani.

Costumed groupies: Ice Blue Balls, Tree, Darby

Horton Hears A Hash (with no apologies to Dr. Suess or anyone else)

Uranus had risen,
And all the Hashers were out.
Dressed up in costumes,
They started milling about.

Tropical was there,
Dressed up for thrills,
And Squirrely the glam rocker,
Hand Solo gave chills.

Kitties like Ouipee
And bunnies like Juice,
It was All Hashers Eve,
Who needs an excuse?

But there was no time for play,
There was no time for fun.
There was shiggy to find,
And we weren't there to run.

There were hills that went up,
Up up up,  up up,
Until the hashers from Hashville
Gasped, "Blup blup blup blup."

Without Tree or Darby,
We found a loud dog,
And looked for hash marks
Hidden under old logs.

And then we found rocks,
Rocks that were gray.
You should have seen all the rocks!
They made ankles a-sway.

Llloda started to stumble,
And Steve took a fall.
Then Tabletoes shouted,
"I've had it, you all!

"This hash is no good,
These rocks have no end.
If we fall on these rocks,
We'll take months to mend!"

Devjani and E.E.
Nodded their heads.
Maybe they should have
Stayed in snug Princeton beds.

Even Rojo and Booger
Thought they might agree.
So many hard rocks were
Like too much filigree.

It began to look bleak
On the hill made of stones.
Amid shiggy and leaves,
Fear grew in their bones.

And just at that moment,
When the hash looked most bleak,
The littlest hasher got down,
And started to speak.

This hasher was tiny,
This hasher was small.
A quarter beside her
Was ten feet too tall.

Tomoko chastized them
In a voice pure and clear.
She cried, "Cease and Desist!
What have you to fear?

"Why moan about rocks,
When fall colors abound?
Look to the sky,
See the leaves all around.

"There is much to be said
For the beauty and grace
Of nature when hashing,
When it glows in your face."

The hashers looked sorry
They had ever complained.
Even Death, who was hashing,
Felt a little ashamed.

So Pyro and 'Bumps
Looked East and looked West.
They admired the sun
Whose set was the best.

And then like a bell
Came Yo Paully's call
Those special hash words,
Ooooooonnnn Iiiinnn, Hashers All!"

Down the hill came the hashers,
Excitable first!
He wanted to quench
An unquenchable thirst.

"Beer near!" cheered the crew,
Fear and Fall now neglected,
As they ran to the cars
And the brews they expected.

But the Porter was drained
Leaving Uranus defending
The fact that the journey
May mean more than the ending.

The Cat in the Hat

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From: Jay Wussow <jw@chcs.org> 
To: "'Alex Magoun'" <amagoun@sarnoff.com>, Hashing <phhh@cdiprinceton.com> 
Subject: RE: Hash #742.4 
Date: Mon, 1 Nov 1999 12:45:43 -0600 

Missing from Weepee's hash list was Steve Ralisineedaname - he was wearing a
red cap -  he had also ran the hardcorpse, 

or the hashers as halloweeny names might be:

Set by:   QuickDrawUranus
Hare Assistant:  JuicyBunny

Hashers:  The Fall Formalwear Collection by Tropical Depression, Hey Yo!
Paully Girl, Tablehashtoes, Groucho Rojo, Booger the Beast, LLLoFidel
Castration, Excitable GhostBoy, Count HandSolula, Pyro the pavlovian dog,
Pavlovbumps, The Weepee In the Hat, Excremental Angel, Dead head squirrel
droppings, Minor Minor Minor Death the Army Guy, ToMondrianoko,
DevjaniCottontail, SteveJaques Cousteau


Costumed Groupies:  SwanBlueBallsLake, Tree the Mime, Knucklehead Nureyev