A moonfaced Italian barber sat in the audience at the San Francisco Opera House one night last week, beaming as if there were nothing in the world which pleased him more than the comical antics in The Barber of Seville. He beamed at Tito Schipa as the love-smitten Count, at Ezio Pinza as the crafty music-master, at Louis D'Angelo as the doddering old doctor, at Richard Bonelli who flourished razor and brush with the ease of a professional. The little Italian barber had reason to be pleased that night. In the company...
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