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Nickels & Peanuts. On the coast of Baranof Island, Sitka, last capital of Russian America* was bustling with the clack and crunch of a new $55.5 million pulp mill abuilding. Up to the north, Nome's Sah Yung Ah Tim Mini Chapter (Eskimo talk for "strength gone from the body") of the National Foundation for Infantile Paralysis was busy pressing its immunization drive, and Bush Pilot Neal Foster, 41, reported that Nome (pop. 2,000) was having a pleasant day at 45° and that "a bunch of people are getting their boats in the water here now, mostly...
...have much time because soon Figaro will swing into Se vuol ballare, one of the best woodwork-washing pieces ever composed . . . How would I like an opera to open? With Venetian blinds-that is, music which requires delicacy and reaching-obviously a coloratura aria. Caro nome, for example, would be excellent . . . Wagner, during the Ring cycle, wants [the blinds] left dirty. The forest bird is his only Venetian-blind moment, though if one has mastered a sort of scooping motion, one can manage a few slats while Brünnhilde ho-yo-to-hoes . . . Parsifal makes me want...
...vocal glides and glitters. Soprano Dobbs sounded smooth as cashmere beside the tweedy textures of Tenor Jan Peerce and Baritone Leonard Warren. Her phrasing was always neat and true; in lyrical passages her voice floated with never an edge. In Verdi's showy old coloratura bits, e.g., Caro Nome, it glittered clear and bright as a glockenspiel in a football band. She was nervous at first-her vibrato was fast as a canary's, and she heaved her pretty bosom with each breath, which is not regarded good form-but she stopped the show several times...
...three on a kiddy broadcast called Uncle Bob's Children's Hour, and even today is not above singing the tune she sang then (The Wedding of Jack and Jill). At seven she was performing such coloratura arias as the Bell Song from Lakmé and Caro Nome from Rigoletto, and singing them with skill; at twelve she retired for further study, but three years later she was back in harness, ready for the long road ahead...
Mado Robin, 35, a petite ambassadress from the Paris Opera, opened the season as Gilda in Verdi's Rigoletto, determined not to go unnoticed. During her first scene, before Rigoletto's house, she was just a demure little coloratura. But opportunity beckoned in her florid aria, Caro Nome, and Soprano Robin seized it: she unexpectedly gave out with what critics call a B "in altissimo"-up in the whistling range. The audience gasped at the piercing sound (which Conductor Fausto Cleva had specifically outlawed during rehearsals), and the critics scolded. Wrote the Examiner's Alexander Fried: "Startling...