A cream-and-black Cadillac sedan pulled up before CBS's Manhattan studio 72 in an old Broadway and 81st Street movie house and deposited a greying man whose Connecticut license plates read: DICR. A guard nonchalantly nodded him through, and inside, Songwriter Dick Rodgers was greeted by his longtime mate in music, Oscar Hammerstein II. Unobtrusively, they paced the outer fringes of a noisy, cluttered stage, paused beneath a blackboard reading CINDERELLA RUN-THROUGHFULL CAST. "This is no-script day," said Hammerstein. There were 21 days left to turn the scullery maid of an ideaa Rodgers and Hammerstein musical version of Cinderellainto the glittering color...
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