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PEER'S VALEDICTORY SALUTE TO HIS DOG

Lord Orford was an amazing man who used to arrive at the coursing meetings on Newmarket Heath in the most bitter weather, without coat or gloves, blue and red with the cold. In the end h e went off his head and his relatives shut him up. His end came the day he had a greyhound bitch named Czarina running in trials of more than ordinary importance at Newmarket. All was ready for the start of events when, suddenly, a broad, dominating figure came galloping over the Heath on a fat pony. It was Lord Orford. He had escaped from the family, evaded his guards, jumped on his favourite pony —and here he was to see Czarina run. Czarina ran her trial and won. Lord Orford raised his cocked hat to her. Then he swayed in the saddle, toppled —and died.

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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 24 October 1942, Page 2

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PEER'S VALEDICTORY SALUTE TO HIS DOG Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 24 October 1942, Page 2

PEER'S VALEDICTORY SALUTE TO HIS DOG Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 77, 24 October 1942, Page 2