John James Heidegger–the Swiss impresario, not the philosopher–was famous for his ugliness, recorded for posterity in a number of William Hogarth’s prints. He once bet Lord Chesterfield that he would not be able to produce anyone uglier. The earl eventually came up with an old woman who was said to be marginally more hideous. Heidegger quickly borrowed his rival’s bonnet, settled it on his head, and was awarded the victory.
[Looks just like one of my old sergeants–seriously!]