In London next month is scheduled to arrive the film version of Der Rosenkavalier, charming Viennese opera by Richard Strauss. Last week came the announcement that Herr Strauss would not let it travel alone, that he himself would bring it, see that it had proper accommodations, himself stand in the orchestra pit, interpret his own score to the flickering accompaniment of the bewigged splendors of an old Vienna.
It is the vogue now for courageous wives to carry on with the work laid aside by eminent husbands. Last week Mrs. Oscar Hammerstein, widow...
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