Soothing snuff is sniffed by colorfully attired sixth Marquess of Bath, who carries favorite greyhound-head cane.
Bellowing beater Charles Stone, 69, moves toward a hare. Beaters try to drive hares from the underbrush by moving in slowly contracting semicircles.
Laughing bookmaker Stands next to his odds board. Betting is not heavy at the meeting, but England's tradition-minded bookmakers like atmosphere.
Coursing has always attracted the aristocracy, from the time greyhounds hunted deer for kings. The wealthy and the noble own many of the dogs, and they provide much of the lively background that makes the Waterloo Cup the unique affair that it is. Many of the spectators drive up to Altcar in graceful old horse-drawn carriages, some owned, some rented for the occasion from a nearby resort. The greyhounds are given luxurious care: they are fed carefully calculated diets that include milk, chopped beef and vitamins, they bask in the warmth of infra-red rays, they are frequently massaged.
Leaping Yorkshireman Don Welbourn, a hotel operator, jumps stream instead of using bridge. He explained high spirits by saying, "It's my day out."
Tethered finalists, held here by slipper, are Mrs. Basil Kerr's Jonquil (right), and Harry, owned by Noel Hardy, a Manchester brewer. Jonquil won final course from Harry in 18 seconds, making quick kill.
Disappointed owner, J. McWilliam, carries his greyhound, Alvaston Coastguard, from field. Hound broke his hock during semifinal of Waterloo Plate, one of two consolation events.
Cluster of spectators gathers for brisk conversation despite the cold and wet weather. Many used the carriages as a vantage point to watch the courses.
Elated victor, Mrs. Basil Kerr, walks proudly from the field after Jonquil's victory. She is followed by Lord Kenyon, who is holding the trophy awarded for Waterloo Plate. Jonquil was a 100-to-1 shot.