Word: gatty
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Friday afternoon and the Metropolitan Opera House was still. In the musty old office which had been Giulio Gatti-Casazza's sat new Manager Herbert Witherspoon, 61, clearing his desk after weeks of planning and budgeting. On Saturday he was to sail for Europe, leaving an announcement of his plans for the world to know on Monday. The last of 279 auditions was over...
...March iS). Witherspoon was to bring in new blood, grant the proper opportunities to young U. S. singers, whose hardships he knew from personal experience. His father, a Buffalo minister, sent him to Yale, where he majored in the glee club. He sang in concerts for 13 years until Gatti-Casazza, then serving his first season in the U. S., decided that he needed an extra bass. Witherspoon sang for eight years at the Met, retired to teach. During the hazardous season which preceded Samuel Insult's collapse, he directed the Chicago Civic Opera...
...weeks musical Manhattan has been saying good-by to Giulio Gatti-Casazza. Praised without end for his 27-year record as manager of the Metropolitan Opera, swamped with good wishes for his old age in Italy, massive old Gatti shied from the demonstrations. Last week he was glad to see his trunks packed at last and sent to the boat...
...plaque. From Geraldine Farrar there was a silver loving cup, another from Rosa Ponselle. The administrative assistants chose a silver fitted traveling-case. The Metropolitan directors gave a silver tray with a set of resolutions. Board Chairman Paul Drennan Cravath was more practical. His gift: a bust of Mr. Gatti to be placed in the Metropolitan. Gatti asked only for the name plates from his box and office doors, for the secret desk panel in which he used to hide his seasons' plans...
...goodbys seemed to be over last week with a weepy luncheon at which Geraldine Farrar acted as toastmistress. Gatti was mellow. He bestowed an impulsive, bearded kiss on Conductor Arturo Toscanini, his oldtime colleague and again his friend. Then Rosa Ponselle got up one last party, at sailing time. When Gatti hulked up on deck he found that she had invited hundreds of friends to surprise him. Every opera singer still in town said another tearful goodby, drank champagne toasts. Gatti seemed tired and bewildered. But he replied with "Viva America, Viva Italia, Viva Roosevelt, Viva Mussolini...