From the Sydney University Faculty of Medicine Year Book 1936. Contributed by his brother, Sir Keith Jones,
“A very Bouncy Animal, who had a way of saying how-do-you-do which always left your ears full of sand.” – A.A. Milne.
In diagnosing the breaking of glass, the hiss of an oxygen cylinder or the gurgling of Imperial Drink, one must always consider Gordon Jones. He has seen the insides of most things.
A typical extravert, he devotes his entire life to playing soldiers, flat racing, hurdling, fishin’, shootin’, huntin’ and liquid paraffin. He is the G.O.M. of the Athletic Club.
Gordon’s formidable face has scared many an innocent bystander. It is wont from time to time to contort itself and emit a burst of song. His taste in music is catholic: a Handel oratorio will most likely merge insensibly into ‘Gilbert and Sullivan’ and end in a snatch of Puccini, but never jazz.
Claims to be a misogynist after 6pm in the face of clear evidence to the contrary. Withal a right worthy citizen with a great fund of common sense and a penchant for learned discussion which is the despair of many a lesser man.