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...Maria; they are now legally separated after ten years of marriage, and she spends many unoperatic moments with Shipping Tycoon Aristotle Onassis. For a while it seemed that Meneghini, for reasons known only to himself, was heartbroken over Maria's departure, but last week there was a new trill in his ears. It emanated from promising young Silvana Tumicelli, 23, daughter of a furniture maker. Meneghini hopes to launch his new protegee in the style to which Maria grew accustomed, probably in Venice's La Fenice opera house. How will it all end? Said one of Silvana...
...current Latin American tour will take her soon to Brazil's brave new, jungle-fringed capital of Brasilia. There, announced Yma, she will remarry Vivanco, just as if nothing had ever happened. Planting a soulful kiss on Vivanco's lips, Yma broke it off to trill (in a range that extends from shrill soprano to throaty baritone): "We cannot live apart. There's nothing like love...
...fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me," sing the carolers-and then everything goes haywire. "Four bars of soap," they trill, "three cans of peas, two breakfast foods, and some toothpaste on a pear tree." Later, they launch into another holiday favorite: "Dashing through the snow in a 50-foot coupe." They stop to admire a cigarette-ad Santa Claus with a tattoo on each arm-one reading "Merry Christmas," the other "Less Tar"-and then jangle through Jingle Bells with a cash register clanking in the background...
There remains the Lillie. In the circumstances, it is clearly no accident that she is at her best when she speaks not a word; for lamentable are many of the words she has to speak, or-worse yet-to trill. Indeed, that chill stare of hers, suggesting an insulted mermaid, that disdainful glide, as of a sneering sleepwalker, might very well be addressed to her material. Even when shackled by it, she manages at moments to shake herself magically free; the grande dame lurches, the veiled maiden loops, culture splinters into anarchy. There are scattered glories with Actress Lillie...
...proper musical qualities to comic basso roles, long lost in mere boom-and-rasp renditions. Tenor Cesare Valletti sang with the sweetness and eloquence of a low-pressure Caruso. Pretty Coloratura Peters was expertly coquettish. Using her voice almost as if it were a tangible object, she tossed a trill to port, another to starboard, a third dead amidships of the great opera house...