A pageant which many a New Yorker thought never to see repeated was given this week for the 50th time. The Metropolitan Opera House shed the dingy warehouse look which it wears through the summers. Lights from the marquees flooded the surrounding sidewalks. Limousines drove up in lines to where flashlight photographers waited to see if the passengers were important enough to "shoot." In another line, earnest men and women drably dressed waited anxiously to get standing place behind the red plush rail inside, to see the faded gold curtains open on...
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