Once a year the bronzed brick building known to Manhattanites as the Metropolitan Opera House has its one big social night, the opening of the Opera Season. The occasion is a sort of public festival for those who love music and for those who like to see and be part of the show. So last week the Metropolitan filled again with bulging dowagers and stuffed shirts, music lovers, some in white ties, others in frayed collars, stridulous debutantes with glassy-eyed escorts, and a great dun horde which prides itself on loving music...
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