First come I. My name is J-W-TT.There's no knowledge but I know it.I am Master of this College,What I don't know isn't knowledge.
FELLOWSJ. L. S. D.
STR-CH-N D-V-DS-N am I, the leanUnbuttoned, cigaretted Dean,Brother numismatists, you see aHistorian in a Dahabeeah.
T. K. C.
I am CH-YNE: I confessThat I love a deaconess;I can wed without misgivingNow I've got a college living.
R. L. N.
Roughly, so to say, you know,I am N-TTL-SH-P or so;You are gated after Hall,That's all. I mean that's nearly all.
R. G. T.Here am I, the often sat onDancing don; my name is T-TT-N;Like old wine in a new bottleIs my talk on Aristotle.
W. H. F.
O, I say, I once was F-RB-S,Now the Master me absorbs,Me and many other me'sIn his great Thucydides.
I am ABB-TT: where I goMy man Tom must go also,He on foot, I in my chair;But that's neither here nor there.
A. C. B.
I'm BR-DL-Y, and I bury deep`A secret that no man can keep.'If you won't let the Master know it,Or F-RB-S, I'll tell you, -- I'm a poet.
F. DE P.
What an oddity am I,Little cynic P-R-VI,Virgil I can shrilly renderCock-a-hoop upon the fender.
TUTORS AND LECTURERS Not on the Foundation
A. L. S. I am little SM-TH, who glancesOn disorganized finances;Who'd have looked for so much vigourIn so very small a figure?
What finance and trade and coin beLearn of me, for I am Toynbee:GR--N and I our faith have plightedTo a sepulchre re-whited.
A. J. G.
GR-H-ME am I, so calm, so bright,The scholar's peer, the don's delight.
`I have developed no defectOf either' but their grace elect.
C. A. J.
I am Truthful J-M-S, whose bentEyebrows look astonishment;J-M-S and eyebrows you may sever;J-M-S and anecdotage never.
P. E. M.Upright and shrewd, more woo'd of fameThan wooing, M-TH-S-N'S my name;I'm not what you would call intense,But I've uncommon common sense.
J. A. H.
I am H-M-LT-N; my missionIs to be a politician;Judicious love of Art refinesThe paragon of Philistines.
A. J. F. A.
I'm AD-MS, once a Wesleyan,By G-D'S just wrath a Balliol man;I'd rather dig the ground in dolourThan be a mathematical scholar.
HONORARY SCHOLARJ. W. M.
From D-wks and Ch-tty at my tailYou'll syllogize that I'm M-CK-L;In all I do I score always,In all I say -- à l'écossaise.
EXHIBITIONERS(Snell)A. N. C.
I am C-MM-NG. I inveigleEveryone to talk of Hegel;Mr. Ruskin would have sobbed onSeeing the motto of my Cobden.
(Jenkyns)F. C. M.
Old tips come out as good as newFrom me, for I am M-NT-GUE;With head aslant I softly cramThe world into an epigram.
(Open)H. C. C. M.
An anti-everything-you-list,Insipid epigrammatist,Of eccentricity I'm proud,A human artichoke, M-CL--D.
C. A. S. R.
Can story-telling be a viceWhen you've an uncle like SPR-NG R-CE?My versatility is suchNone likes me little, or knows me much.
H. C. B.
I am the apostle B--CH-NG,Busby and Burne-Jones my teaching;I write poems; but one saithMy poems are a form of death.
I am H--L-Y, blond and merry,Fond of jokes and laughter, very:If I laughed at what was witty,I should laugh less, which were pity.
(Minor)J. M. M.
Red my head, and blue my tie,Soft my speech, for I'm M-CK-Y;Aphrodeety may be dead,But we've N-CH-LS-N instead.
G. H. B.
Like the gurgling brook that patters byFlows my speech, for I am B-TT-RSBY;Never swan nor yet giraffeHad so GRAND a throat by half.
S. L. L.
I am featly-tripping L-E,Learned in modern history,My gown, the wonder of beholdersHangs like a foot-note from my shoulders.
COMMONERSH. E. B.
Waifs and strays I, B--LT-N, edit,And my ballads do me credit,I'm in everything that's going,I know everyone worth knowing.
G. N. C.
I am a most superior person, Mary,My name is G--RGE N-TH-N--L C-RZ-N, Mary,I'll make a speech on any political question of the day, Mary,Provided you'll not say me nay, Mary.
Spoken jest of STR-CH-Y, shall itNot arouse a smile in M-LL-T?Thro' my eyelids softly peepingLike as one that walketh sleeping.
G.L. S. B.C.
Brothers twain but single-hearted,Not in rhyme shall we be parted,SCL-T-R- B--TH and SCL-T-R- B--TH,Leviathan and Behemoth.
C. E. D.
Positivists ever talk in s-Uch an epic style as D-WK-NS;Creeds are nought and M-N is all,Spell Him with a capital.
L. F. S.
I am L-CY; when I playBliss and D-WK-NS flee away.Art and orthodoxy waitOn my Archbiaconate.
R. W. S.
'Tis not by feeding tea and shrimps onThat you'd become as thin as S-MPS-N:You might by trying to deferSo obstinate a questioner.
A. C. G. D.
I'm GR-NT D-FF, with much misgivingWhether life be worth the living;Yet there's a balm in Gilead, should aFriend be brought to talk of Buddha.
C. J. J.
Out of the way, for I am J-SS-L,You'll find you are the weaker vessel;But as I occupy the groundYou have your choice, so which way round?
J. C. E. B.
I am BR-NS-N; Nature's lawsGovern all things; some first causeMay exist, but I don't know;It's Nature makes my whiskers grow.
J. B. B. N.
Mark the subtle smile that tricklesDown the sphinx-like face of N-CH-LS;My hair is black, my china blue,My Botticellis fifty-two.
I am AB-L C-SS-M Khan,In my grave sweet way I scanWestern life. My thoughts would fill aBook if written out. Bismillah.
G. G. R.
Faultless I from brim to sole,Coat and gloves and buttonhole;High-souled Brummel, touched, had wept onSeeing me, for I am R-PT-N.
No poor Britisher is nearlyHalf so fine a man as BR-RL-Y;But I cheerfully acknowledgeHarvard's whipped by B-LL--L College.