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Twenty times last week a strapping, coffee-colored man in a baby-blue wrapper went out in front of the curtain of Manhattan's Metropolitan Opera House to bow right & left in a shattering storm of applause. Ten times there appeared with him a stocky, wavy-haired man in busi- ness clothes who stood and looked bewildered. The coffee-colored man was Baritone Lawrence Tibbett, the bewildered one Composer Louis Gruenberg. Because Gruenberg had been fascinated by a short, stark play of Eugene O'Neill's called Emperor Jones, because he had hunted O'Neill out one...