Word: coventionalism
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Opera in London is a ghost that will not be laid. Companies organize, fail, only to have other companies arise behind them. Alone to preserve prestige has been the theatre in which most of the world's historic singers have been heard: famed Covent Garden, in the midst of the principal flower, fruit and vegetable market of the city...
After last spring's opera season (TIME, May 12) it looked as if Covent Garden might again be forced to go dark operatically. But last week British Broadcast Co. came to the rescue (as it did some years ago for British orchestral music), announced that it would subsidize Covent Garden Opera to the extent of $150,000 a year. The new Company, headed by F. A. Szarvasy of Dunlop Rubber Co. Ltd. will present 200 performances a year. Only for ten weeks in the spring will world-famed artists be engaged. Six-week seasons in autumn and winter...
Coincidentally last week there rose at Covent Garden a ghost of another description. Seats had been taken out of the auditorium. Jazzman Herman Darewski (composer of "Whispering," "K-K-Katy") was playing for a ball, when suddenly he noticed his drummer drop his sticks, stare goggle-eyed into space. Darewski turned and saw (he said) an apparition of Wagner's Siegfried, helmeted and armed, stalking over the heads of the dancers. Darewski collapsed in a chair. Dancers flocked around him, said they could see nothing. But the incident gave rise to much whispering. It has long been rumored that...
...Symphony for ten weeks. Excerpts from operas were included in the programs, became increasingly popular. Important members of the Metropolitan and Chicago Opera Companies were engaged. They liked to be invited to Ravinia. Last autumn Bori received a cable asking her to sing this spring at London's Covent Garden. To accept would have meant deserting Ravinia. Her answer was: "I go to Louis...
...chill London dawn broke on Covent Garden last week and disclosed a sight other than the wholesale display of artichokes, turnips, lettuce, peas. Outside the shabby old opera house which today stands in the centre of the market district, a queue of patient men and women had formed. Wise ones had brought camp stools, rolls, coffee, to wait as comfortably as possible to buy their seats for the opening of London's opera and social season. At 7 p. m. those fortunate enough to have gained admission were gawking excitedly at the entrance of three princesses into the Royal...