Back to the stage of the Metropolitan Opera House, Manhattan, after a six-year furlough, came Gianni Schicchi, one-act opera by Giacomo Puccini, last of an uninspiring triptych. Giuseppe De Luca was Schicchi, the canny peasant who, to oblige avaricious relatives, substitutes himself for the corpse only to double-cross them and leave everything to himself; was a good enough buffoon to keep people's minds off the diluted melodies sketchily flung together; and sent them home snickering.
New Composer
Feodor Chaliapin, large Russian bass, soon to tour...
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