The HOPS was started by NYC hashers (Hashnyc) Christine and Danny who obviously had way too much time on their hands, as an effort to help other hashers with way too much time on their hands. In the beginning it was a hearth of homeliness for those in need of drink and sympathy. But like all creatures, it has evolved. Now is stands proud as the social arm of the NYCH3.
(Adapted from Kiplings “The Sea and the Hills” )
Who hath desired the HOPS? — the sight of a beer draught unbounded
–The foam and the froth and the smell of the sauce of the new pint just pounded?
The sleek-barrelled swill before drunk, haze, goggles, enormous, and swooning
–Stark calm on the lap of the night or the crazy-eyed guitarist crooning
–The HOPS in no proving the same; The HOPS and the same ‘neath each proving:
THE HOPS as she slackens or bops?
So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise
— Hashers desire their HOPS!
Who hath desired the HOPS? — the comic and contemptuous dirges?
The shudder, the stumble, the swerve, as the drunk hasher remnant emerges?
Dis-orderly louts of the Hash, the good, well-meant saps thereunder –Unheralded character flaws and the hangovers low-volleying thunder
–The HOPS in no wonder the same The HOPS and the same through each wonder:
The HOPS as she rages or flops?So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise
— Hashers desire their HOPS!!!!