In Ye Olde Times, when beautiful and brave boys were swarming both poles to die there in stupidly heroical (or heroically stupid) fashion, and smoking was still socially accepted, the cigarette producents added collectible items to the packs. For instance the cards depicting famous people. Obviously, the Terra Nova pole team became insanely famous after they froze to death on the return leg of their trip (WHY MY TITUS?!) so yes, their depictions ended up on the cigarette cards. You could find Titus, Scott, Bill and Birdie (unfortunately not Taff, because classism, baby) and different antarctic landscapes in the pack of the Players cigarette brand.
That one is obviously my beloved Titus Oates in his polar gear. The artist tried hard to catch that likeness, he did well with the eyes and these tiny dimples in the corners of Laurie's lips, slightly worse with the shape, but at least Titus looks here like a human and not something that crawled out of the Uncanny Valley.
Scott, for some reason, looks at the viewer with deep distrust and I can only imagine he glanced like that at poor Teddy during that long polar winter night. Still, likeness is pretty good, the artist caught it better than Scott's own wife (I swear, the face of Scott's statue in Christchurch is exact same face that the one Kathleen carved into the memorial plaque for Titus in Eton).
Bill looks very much like himself, gazing lovingly upon someone behind the viewer. Is it Scott? Is it Shackles? Well, that's Bill's sweet secret.
Poor Birdie clearly got a nosejob and looks like a long lost cousin of Ernest Shackleton. Clearly the artist had something against the big noses, because Birdie's organ isn't the only famous polar schnoz that got trimmed.
Well, yes, that's Roald Amundsen, just like Birdie, after a nosejob. His gaze looks a bit like he is stoned and will get munchies on a raw seal meat soon. The artist had also a bit of difficulty with drawing properly the Inuit anorak, so Roald looks a tad like he is dressed in one of these kigurumi pjs.
As a final accent, Titus training a pony in a polar landscape, the mound behind them is probably our old friend Erebus. While I must applaud the artist for getting the shape of the famous DIY sackcloth balaclava correctly (even if he did not get the size right and is it me or does Titus look in this DIY sackcloth balaclava like a crazy, overgrown polar version of Red Riding Hood? Like Antarctic Sackcloth Riding Hood, trying to extort brandy from Grandma Billson's basket?), the boots, on the other hand are, umm, nope.