in College 1906-11; son of the late Peter Metcalfe (Resident Medical Officer, Norfolk Island) and Janet Anne Metcalfe; at school at King’s; MB.
Major, 10th Field Ambulance, AIF (Mentioned in Despatches, MC, DSO); died of war wounds, Vignacourt, on the Somme, 25 April 1918, aged 30.
Obituary in The Pauline, by Leo Reynolds, Senior Student 1911:
“Job” enlisted in 1915 with the 14th Field Ambulance, and saw service with this unit in Egypt and France. After convalescing from wounds received in France, he was appointed to Harefield Hospital in England, promoted to Lieut.-Colonel, and made Assistant Director of Medical Services.
However, when the German push came last March, “Job” had to get to the Front again, and joined the 17th Field Ambulance – C.O. of which is another old Pauline, “Dad” Macartney. It was while evacuating wounded under heavy shell fire that Major Metcalfe lost his life.
At school and at college “Job” Metcalfe excelled in everything he attempted. A first-class tennis player, he gained his ‘Varsity and State blues’. At football he gained his ‘Varsity and Metropolitan blue; and his athletic prowess was always of the first rank.
While he was an athlete of the highest order, it was as a man and leader of men that he will be best remembered by those of us who were his contemporaries. Who can forget the keenness with which “Job” would lead the freshmen round the Oval before breakfast on a winter’s morning! And who can forget his cheery arguments in debate, and the way in which he would propose the toast of the evening at the various social gatherings of undergraduate days! Ever interesting himself in the welfare of the College and its members, and possessed of a character of the highest integrity, “Job” left his mark in every branch of College activities, and set a standard which accorded well with the highest traditions of College and University life.
Citation for the award of the Distinguished Service Order:
For conspicuous gallantry and devotion to duty. In a village under heavy bombardment of gas and high explosives this officer, with practically no protection, tended the wounds for four and a half hours. When the advanced dressing station had been moved to a new site, he remained with four men, evacuating odd cases which continued to come in until two shells came right into the dressing-room, severely wounding him. His cheerfulness and coolness throughout encouraged all around him.