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With his superb singing and acting Tibbett made up what the production lacked. "Well, I guess I a'most holds my lead," Emperor Jones panted in the middle of his flight from the ha'nts. If Baritone Tibbett is ever pursued by ha'nts-shades of great bygone baritones-he and the public knew after last week's performance that he had more than held his lead among his contemporaries in his progress towards the high place once held by Giuseppe Campanari, Maurice Renaud, Pasquale Amato, Antonio Scotti. Campanari is dead. Renaud and Amato...
There remains no baritone of potentially historic acclaim save Tibbett who, essentially practical and intelligent about his career, wastes no time worrying about his temperament but proceeds methodically, laboriously to equip himself for great things. He knows that sooner or later he will inherit some of Scotti's roles. He has already sung Scarpia in road performances of Tosca. He would like to sing Falstaff. the role Scotti was singing that night eight years ago when the audience suddenly started shouting "Tibbett! Tibbett!" stopping the show for 20 minutes because it liked the young American who sang the part...
...Simone Boccanegra last autumn Tibbett opened the Manhattan opera season (TIME, Nov. 28). an honor the Metropolitan has given to only one other male singer, the late great Tenor Caruso. Tenors are naturally the heroes of most operas just as pitchers are the heroes of ball games. Baritones, like catchers, have to knock homeruns to be noticed and their chances at conspicuous parts come less often than a catcher's turn at bat. Tibbett's homerun in Falstaff earned him a $1,500 bonus from the Metropolitan management and opportunities which, stretching out into four distinct musical fields...
...Tibbett's Metropolitan Opera audition got him a $60-a-week contract. He made his debut as Valentine in Faust, learned the role in two days without knowing a word of French. Just another baritone, critics thought, with a better voice than most but no experience. He muddled his entrances and exits. His elbows stuck out. His small, turned-up nose was not much to look at. He got the chance to sing Ford in Falstaff only because Baritone Vincente Ballester was sick. When the audience started shouting for him Tibbett was upstairs in his dressing-room removing...
Since then Tibbett has behaved as modestly as any good Alger hero. He has a new wife, the former Mrs. Jennie Marston Burgard,-a home in Hollywood's fashionable Beverly Hills, a Lincoln car which he drives like mad. But Tibbett has cultivated no lofty conceits, no temperamental whimsies. He refused the private dining room which Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer gave him in Hollywood. He still thinks, and says, that singing is "just about the best fun that the human animal can have." He will still burst into song on the street or in restaurants...