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...members, to get rid of weekend hangovers, to acquire a good thirst and to satisfy it in beer, and to persuade the older members that they are not as old as they feel. "It's like the McDonald's of social clubs," says Howard Franks, a veteran Hong Kong hasher. "You know exactly what you are going to get: running and beer." Each run follows a simple formula: an hour or so of hare and hounds followed by a bout of drinking and eating, followed by yet more drinking by those still standing...
...obscene. "You aren't supposed to like your hash name," says Martin ("Camel") Luzon, so dubbed for his long legs and loping gait. "Usually it's some sort of caricature, or comes from something that happened on a run." He cites the example of "Skidmark," an unfortunate hasher caught with his pants down on the side of the trail. Franks, for the record, is "Baby Puke...
...into trouble, the teacher loaded him with chores-washing the blackboard, bringing in wood and water. After he finished high school with high marks at 15, he seemed to lose interest in education. He took a wild trip to California with five other rangy young Texans, worked as a hasher and an elevator operator there, then hitchhiked home to take a tractor-driving job. All this distressed his mother. Lyndon Johnson still remembers the late Sunday morning after a full Saturday night when she sat on his bed, softly admonishing him: "To think that my eldest born would ever...
...Freshman hazing presents somewhat more of a problem, and Mr. Belvedere faithfully wears his '52 beanie until he emancipates his class by pole-vaulting 14 feet to win the "Soph-Fresh" track meet. In order to earn money, he indulges in a more sophisticated baby sitting, working as a "hasher" in a sorority and civilizing its unmannered members...
From there on, Webb keeps himself and the audience highly entertained. He wears his freshman cap with the same deadpan elegance he gives to his cane and his well-draped suit. In his job as hasher, he can toss up crepes Belvedere or lecture the young women of the sorority on table manners. At the piano in the sorority parlor, he can play Beethoven or boogie, but he prefers the works of Belvedere. His biggest, and perhaps funniest, moment comes at the Freshman-Sophomore track-meet when he lays aside his dog-eared book, rolls his well-creased trousers above...