"O, mother didn't think much of it, but Dad, as usual, put it up to me. 'It's your own life, you know, and you've got to live it. If you want to go into business life now, I'll find you a good place to start, and if you want to take a few extra years broadening your education, there's Queen's ready to take you if you're ready for her.' And I'm glad I decided this way. It's going to be wonderful." He had forgotten the meeting with Dixon that afternoon, and the unhappy incident at his appearance on the scene. The black shadow of Gamma Tau which had fallen across his path did not trouble him.
Frank and Jimmy had traversed the length of the school walk down to the great iron gates at the Milton turnpike, and were returning up the yard. The group on the steps of Russell were still singing and were engaged at that particular moment with the closing chords of a popular tune. Then they broke out in a joyful and triumphant pean, the new football song, written by Arthur Stubbs, Jimmy informed Frank, "editor of the Mirror, which maybe you don't know is the great and buzzing school weekly. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"
They both listened as the song rolled out on the night air, doggerel sure enough, but given life and character by the vigorous way it was flung out:
See our team come marching
Down the white-barred field,
Pushing back the foemen,
Queen's will never yield.
Charging fast and faster,
Warwick's on the run,
Disaster on disaster,