With a brand new paper suitcase, in look-me-over suitings and silk cravat, small boys see themselves in dreams returning, rich, famous, to astound the goateed station agent, the paunchy hotel proprietor, the sheriffs, rumdums and soda clerks of their old home town. Last week, Lawrence Tibbett, 28-year-old U. .S. baritone who came to fume one evening in Fahtaff at the Metropolitan Opera House, Manhattan (TIME, Jan. 12), returned to the hamlet of Bakersfield, Calif. His traveling appointments and haberdashery were in perfect taste. In the local opera house, he lifted the voice...
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