Met. A special train carrying eleven carloads of garrulous, good-humored people chuffed out of Manhattan's Pennsylvania Station one morning this week. The Metropolitan Opera Company, its future still undecided,* was on the way to Baltimore. There pretty Lily Pons would exhibit her clear, high trills in Rigpletto. Graceful Lucrezia Bori would sing in Pagliacci. Baritone Lawrence Tibbett would stain himself brown and enact Emperor Jones. The Company's famed Wagnerians would sing in Tristan und Isolde.
Jules Judels, the slight, frizzly-haired man who for 41 years has managed the Metropolitan tours, had sent...
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