Ian Cumming 1931-2015 (Hashing 1961-2015)

Ian was born in London, England in 1931, and hashing gained a future star (although it didn’t realize it at the time, as it was not started until 1938). In 1940, during the Second World War, Ian and his sister, like many other London kids, were evacuated to Canada. He liked to tell the story about how he and his sister were delayed on the trip from London to Liverpool, and missed the ship they were supposed to catch, a fortunate delay as that ship was torpedoed. In 1944, Ian returned to UK and to Uppingham School where he made a name for himself by being the first person to walk around Rutland, the smallest county in England, in 24 hours. He found walking with a pack on his back enjoyable so he joined the British Army in the Lancers (they of “Charge of the Light Brigade”). He also joined Esher Rugby Club, his first introduction to singing the many Hash songs he later so often entertained us with. In 1950, Ian climbed Mt. Snowdon in Wales and was immediately promoted to Second Lt., and in 1951, was drafted to Suez, Egypt, where there are no mountains at all. In 1952, he left the army and joined Gestetner, (for younger readers Gestetner made a stencil duplicating machine, which was great for running off hash circulars), where he worked until 1992. The company posted him to various countries in Europe and East Africa until, in 1956 he was sent to Indonesia where he met his future wife, Jane, who was working with MI6, the British secret service; presumably he was...

New York City Red Dress R*n Weekend 2015

Dust off last year’s fashions, because the New York City Hash House Harriers 18th Anal Red Dress Run will be held on the weekend of Sept 19, 2015. To better estimate our beer and food requirements, please register here as soon as possible. Everyone registers before Sept 12 will receive a free name tag.   Friday Sept 18 7:00 pm RDR Weekend PubCrawl Special #109 This is not a r*n.  Standard Pub Crawl Rules apply: you’re on your own for drinks, hotline will be set for each bar. The GGFM committee Saturday Sept 19 3:00 pm 18th Anal Red Dress R*n Special #110 Start: Jeremy’s Ale House: 228 Front Street Transit: 4/5/2/3/A/C to Fulton St. A-to-A R*n; $25 Hash Cash; 2pm makeup; 3pm start Register Here The RDR Committee: HUA, Flabio, and SaltLick Sunday Sept 20 12:00 pm RDR Recovery r*n GGFM #316 Start: SW corner of 96th and Amsterdam Pre-Lube at Dive bar 96th and Amsterdam. Note Early start time! GGFM...

BH3#785

Brooklyn #785 Start: The Corner Of Broadway & Division Hare: Dave Luther (for now) On In: C’mon Everybody Scribe: Just Steve I would tell you a mid-sized pack gathered at the start, but I arrived late so I really don’t know. Believe it or not, the corner of Broadway & Division is not nearly as close to the G train as the hare would have you believe. I figured that out together with Cheeky Bastard, but once we found two vaguely familiar people who might have been co-hares; we went in search of the pack who were scurrying around the neighborhood following a live trail. On-on. Once we caught up to the pack, conflict became the theme of this particular trail. Initially, this was the typically amusing harassment (Where you running to baby?) hashers sometimes face when visiting some of Brooklyn’s less gentrified neighborhoods, but upon entering Williamsburg proper, Turd Dimension was kind enough to take it to the next level and pick a fight with a bicyclist. Fortunately Rack “n” Roller was around to save his punk ass and on we went. Along the G line we continued. Motorists honked at us, dogs barked at us, and we wondered how much longer until we got beer? Around 4.5 miles or so in, we arrived at a great little bar over near Pratt called C’mon Everybody. We were quickly sequestered away from the general population but offered beer and water for our efforts. Much later, pizza would arrive & the circle would begin. I believe these things happened. • The hare drank for being the hare. • We welcomed Hot Climax & Sex...

BH3 #773

BH3 #773 What:  BH3 4/20 When: 4/20/2015 Prelube/On-In:  REDACTED ON-IN Hares:  REDACTED HARES Scribe: REDACTED SCRIBE Various Conversations overheard on 4/20 BH3: REDACTED SCRIBE: “Where did you come from?” REDACTED: “From the Brownie Check, you’re running the trail backwards” REDACTED SCRIBE: “Sh@#$, is REDACTED HARE Still there?” REDACTED: “He he he he ha” (after eating the REDACTED ACRONYM) REDACTED HARE:  “Baggies labeled YES have REDACTED ACRONYM (spelled out) in them.” REDACTED:  “What’s REDACTED ACRONYM.?” REDACTED “It’s REDACTED.” REDACTED:  “Ohhhhh. “ (huge smile on her face ) Bearded men in Williamsburg perhaps East Williamsburg :  “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?, Don’t do this? REDACTED HARE: “See its flour” (REDACTED HARE proceeded to eat some flour to show the Bearded men that it was harmless) REDACTED SCRIBE:  “Imagine if we ran the trail the right way and we were tweaking around those bearded men” REDACTED:  “Ha heh he he ehe hhee haa ha hah” It was not your ordinary r*n, but to REDACTED HARE and REDACTED HARE, poised from creating a memorable brownie, it felt like a complete success. The chocolate brownie, the best baked dessert square, a cross between cake and soft cookie, was the catalyst for a good time.  We sometimes serve it warm with ice cream ( a la mode ) and or topped with our favorite sugar.  America’s favorite desert was served on the 4/20 ( a la REDACTED HARE and REDACTED HARE).  These edibles became the comfort food that one will never forget.  Concerned REDACTED SCRIBE reportedly ask for Virgin brownies to be made and REDACTED HARE thought it was a great idea. REDACTED HARE’s wheels were turning in early April as he arrived on...

BH3 #765

Brooklyn #765 Start: The Charleston, 174 Bedford Ave, Brooklyn Transit: L train to Bedford Ave Hare: Doggie Erectus assisted by Mouthful of Gu On In: R Bar Scribe: Eager for Beaver The last month or two of Brooklyn hashes have occurred during apocalyptically bad winter weather, and/or when the hare became debilitatedly drunk prior to setting trail. Luckily, ‘or’ was tonight’s keyword, as the hare seemed to be relatively sober at the start. Unfortunately, temperatures were to get to 0 – that’s in Fahrenheit, which means it was really fricken cold, as opposed to 0 Celsius “sorta chilly” – once wind chill was figured in. So if you were looking for a reason to skip tonight’s trail, the fact that North Brooklyn was covered in an thick, angry sheet of ice would have been a good reason. A second good reason would have been because the hare forgot to bring chalk for the pack. So don’t dawdle at the check, don’t check the wrong direction – whatever you do, don’t get left behind, cause finding the pack again would suck without any marks. And if you were hoping that the on in would have been written, as we do, at the start, guess again. Although Six Inches, Ladies did try to mark trail in snow, by the time Just Trevor arrives it had melted to a watery approximation of a directional arrow… pointing somewhere. Nice try though. I’d go into more detail about how the trail went this way and that, but honestly with there was no way I was going out in the cold. By the time I arrived in the...