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...judges waited eagerly, hoping that Mrs. Rosie Bevan (nee Wilmot) would put in an appearance. Mrs. Bevan, a peasant of Kent, England, claims to be "world's ugliest woman." In her heyday she won many a "quid" (pound Sterling) in British ugly matches; traveled thousands of miles with the Ringling Bros., Barnum & Bailey circus, in whose sideshow she sat between Carrie Holt, "fat, fair and frivolous," and the Armless Wonder. Four times a mother, Mrs. Bevan used to affect white lace hats, woolen mittens, high laced shoes...
...they berated the noted sculptor, C. S. Jagger, for having produced "a monument which will be interpreted as a glorification of war." Sir Ian Hamilton, onetime (1901-02) Chief-of-Staff to Lord Kitchener, spoke for many when he said, quoting the late Marquis Curzon: "To my mind, the ugliest thing in the world is a gun, with one exception only-the howitzer. The howitzer resembles a toad squatting and ready to spit fire out of its mouth. Nothing more hideous could be conceived...
...knows more about graduate opinion on the subject. Some of the suggested products are curious. A university chapel, to supplant the present Appleton Chapel, for instance. Appleton Chapel is a monument of the '50s. With no disrespect to its worthy founder, it is one of the bleakest and ugliest buildings ever raised by the hand of man. Possibly, however, undergraduate esthetic feeling toward it has been softened since the compulsory huddling of students at too early hours was abolished. It can't be destroyed, it seems. Possibly, if it stands 100 or 200 years longer, it may acquire architectural merit...
Next month the Seniors will celebrate the first true commencement since that of June, 1916. Many of the old practices are happily,--and unfortunately done away with. The Seniors no longer dance around the Class Tree, the Ivy Orator has nothing to do with the planting of vines; the ugliest man in the class is no longer presented with a jack knife. We trust, however, that the spirit is much the same today in the University as it was in the College of a century...
Thoroughly as this number of the Illustrated covers the gymnasium problem, the reviewer doubts if it will attract the flippant undergraduate, or, for that matter the flippant graduate. Its illustrations are mostly unflattering snap-shots of the ugliest Harvard buildings. Altogether, the Illustrated suffers from over-specialization in photographs and expository articles. Its editors need illustrators, story-writers, verse-makers, whose work may set off articles like those of Dr. Williams and Mr. Parsons; and they ought to realize that pictures of Compressibility Machines, Seismographs, and Boylston Hall cannot liven any magazine which aims to be more spirited than...