Jenny "Catherine Byron" Krasner, in her piece The Balliolite expresses surprise at finding a Bandersnatch à la mode on her dinner plate (so much so, in fact, that at Newstead Abbey, she sent it back). This is strange as since Marcelle Quinton's authoritative cookbook Dog's Dinner came out a few years ago, recipes involving this delicacy have become almost commonplace in Oxford SCR's. Her poem does not totally make it clear whose side the Bandersnatch, while still alive, is on. If, indeed, it is Lord Quinton's pet, and therefore on the side of good, or at least Trinity, then why the necessity to murder the poor beast?
As I write this I realise that I already know the answer to this question: having slept in guest rooms on staircase ten, which overlook the president's garden, and having been awakened by the dawn chorus of the bantams, I can see that there may be no contradiction in the idea of a Trinity member wanting to dispatch the president's pets (CH).