A student recently turned this up in one of Julian Huxley’s scrapbooks and brought it to attention:
I’d seen the image before but had apparently never bothered to turn it over. I did this time and found a note in Edgar Odell Lovett’s handwriting:
I couldn’t help but walk over to Lovett Hall and have another look at those carvings, which could only be done by crouching down and peering around the construction fence. There’s a lot of change happening on campus these days, mostly good, but sometimes continuity matters too.
Bonus:
