Doughty, eloquent, imperially-bearded Sir Thomas Beecham sipped a spot of Scotch in Mexico City last week and glanced around at the state of things. Said he to a reporter: "I am willing to admit that there is an opera house here, my dear fellow, but nobody seems in charge of it." Sir Thomas had stepped ambitiously into the same musical scene which had proved almost too much for Leopold Stokowski last spring (TIME, June 5). But unlike Conductor Stokowski, who tried appeasement, Conductor Beecham proposed to deal with the situation in his own sharp, 18th-Century...
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