A chill London dawn broke on Covent Garden last week and disclosed a sight other than the wholesale display of artichokes, turnips, lettuce, peas. Outside the shabby old opera house which today stands in the centre of the market district, a queue of patient men and women had formed. Wise ones had brought camp stools, rolls, coffee, to wait as comfortably as possible to buy their seats for the opening of London's opera and social season. At 7 p. m. those fortunate enough to have gained admission were gawking excitedly at the...
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