Bearing a letter whose preciousness she was too young to comprehend fully, a young Italian lyric soprano reached last week the rocky island of Manhattan, having left for at least one year the no less rocky peninsula of San Francisco, at the other edge of the continent.
Her letter: "A week ago tonight I heard you all sing and I had an experience which I never had before, for the young women and the young men who took the first and second prizes were the very ones that I had marked. Can it be that I am developing into a musical critic?
"Please...
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