Word: mets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Into the Pit. Some of the enthusiasm reached the pit. From the instant Conductor Reiner slashed the air with the downbeat, the Met's musicians plunged into the lush ripeness of Strauss's score like field mice set at fragrant cheddar. But little of the enthusiasm got through to the cast onstage...
...Warehouse. Two nights later, Met-goers saw the first performance in 19 years of Puccini's Manon Lescaut. In front of new sets that were hardly more imaginative than any of the Met's old ones, great Lyric Tenor Jussi Bjoerling and Soprano Dorothy Kirsten sang like opera stars, but acted in the old arm-flailing tradition that has long been the curse of the opera stage. The first matinee was a revival, after nine years in the warehouse, of Saint-Saëns' Samson and Delilah. As a vehicle for Dramatic Tenor Ramon Vinay, the strong...
Manager Edward Johnson could claim with justice that his last opening night before Edinburgh's Rudolf Bing takes over next season (TIME, June 13) was "one of the best." But by the time the first week was over it was evident that the old Met had not noticeably changed its ways: it still had probably the world's best singing, some of the world's most outdated staging and acting...
When globe-trotting Publisher Roy Wilson Howard went to Moscow in 1936 to interview Joseph Stalin he also met a bearded, scholarly American named Angus Ward, then U.S. consul in Moscow. He heard of him no more until last October, when he read that Ward, by then U.S. consul in Mukden, Manchuria, had been clapped in jail by the Chinese Communist government. Like many another indignant American, Roy Howard waited for stern and decisive action by the U.S. State Department to get its consul out of jail. After a wait of weeks, while State hemmed & hawed and did nothing either...
During his 54 years of life, Author Hearn seldom lacked inspiration of one sort or another: he managed to quarrel with just about everybody he met, for long periods slept with a loaded pistol under his pillow. Born in the Ionian Islands in 1850 of mixed Anglo-Irish and Maltese stock, he emigrated to the U.S. at 19, slept in Manhattan doorways and vacant lots, finally went West to Cincinnati in 1871 and got a job on the Enquirer. Color-conscious Cincinnati readers liked his lush accounts of the seamier side of Queen City life, but were rocked...