Note 1 — BOOK I LIFE HISTORIES

Lament, ye boys, and mourn, O Common Room, Ye gentle ladies, weep for Bandy’s doom If dogs ye love; for he, alas! has died, The darling of this College and its pride; He who with almost a House Master’s might Guided the boys of Littlefield aright. But yet he loved not Littlefield alone, All things Marlburian had he made his own; His kindly presence would encourage all Who threw, or hit, or kicked the flying ball; Were they but keen and vigorous in their play His wagging tail would urge them to the fray, While his example was a mute reproof To all whom sloth or slackness kept aloof. Sometimes defiant, resolute, and bold, In straining jaws four racquet balls he’d hold; Sometimes with sportive bark to greater speed And wily nip he’d urge the panting steed. So would he wander at his own sweet will From Clump or Cricket Field to Granham Hill; But when confined by sickness and ill luck, He could not brook th’unworthy bonds of Duck: The twisted noose that brought to him relief O’erwhelmed his master with unending grief. F. B. Malin.