For years Soprano Rosa Ponselle has openly aspired to be the Carmen of the Metropolitan Opera Company. Carmen in the repertoire, sung by any popular singer, means a crowded house, money in the till. Last week for the first time in four years the stage was set for the Bizet opera. Soldiers and cigaret girls filled the square when suddenly a fiery bushy-haired creature appeared on the parapet, tore down the steps, pushed her way to the footlights. Soprano Ponselle's wish had come true.
First impression was to wonder why anyone so flagrantly sexy...
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