As sweet! As perfect!
By all who have seen her, Helen Winship is pronounced the most beautiful of women.
Last Monday night, at the Opera House, a great audience paid her such spontaneous tribute as never before was offered human being.
At the sight of a young girl, trembling and blushing, staid citizens were lifted to their feet by an irresistible wave of enthusiasm.
Not for anything this girl has done, though Science will hear from her; not for her voice, though no nightingale sings so melodiously; but for a face more glorious than that other Helen's, "Whose beauty summoned Greece to arms and drew a thousand ships to Tenedos."
This modern Helen is a niece of Judge Timothy Baker, at whose residence, No. — East Seventy-second Street, she is staying.
The Judge and his family are reticent concerning their lovely guest, of whom the Echo presents the first authentic picture.
Miss Winship cannot be described.
Artists say that by their stern canons she is a perfect woman. Her beauty is that of flawless health and a hitherto unknown physical perfection.
She is cast in Goddess mould. The loose, flowing robe of her daily wear is of classic grace and dignity.