The News Journal from Wilmington, Delaware • Page 29

EVENING JOURNAL BUSINESS ECOLOGY THEATER 4 ARTS TELEVISION COMICS SECTION WILMINGTON, DELAWARE THURSDAY, MAY 23, 1974 29 All's Wei I Me at Glasgow MIKE ROYKO rr.Q The Metropolitan Opera made its first visit to Delaware yesterday. True, it was the Metropolitan Opera Studio, but it carries the Met label. The studio is a meld of music and missions. Its singers are in training for the majors the Met or elsewhere but they spend a lot of their time performing to schools. Yesterday afternoon they sang Rossini's Barber of Seville in Glasgow High School, where the Glaswegians were joined by music and drama students from Newark and Christiana High Schools, some eighth graders of the Newark School District, plus some music teachers and some supers from the Wilmington Opera Society, which is planning to do the Barber.

The singers arrived an hour ahead of time and vocalized hile they made up. For the record they were Josef Gustern. Dr. Bartolo; John Ostenforf, Don Basilio; Matthew Murray, Figaro; Jon Garrison, Almaviva; Florence Qtiivar, Ilosina; Linda Phillips, Berta. Steven Berman.

the Fiorello and sergeant, Jim Ncmikos, Ambrosio and Notary. Nomikos is also stage manager and publicity man, a kind of factotum. The music director was Jonathan Dudley. 1 linn nmifrr Hiii 1 f. -Xfc' 'v.

I 1 f. 1 Jw- Vi 1 ft" 4 Staff Photos iy Chuck McGowen A 4 't has the elements of a chilling Hitchcock thriller: A young woman believes she is being stalked by a stranger. The police don't take it seriously. Her boy friend tries to protect her. Kxcept it isn't a movie.

It appears to be real. The woman is Carmen Camacho, 26, a former nun who lives in an apartment on the Narthwest Side. It began about three months when Ms. Camacho got the first peculiar phone call. The man said he worked for the phone company and talked vaguely alwut her service.

He casually mentioned that they might get to-some time. She hung up. Over the next few weeks, he called several times again, politely suggesting a date. Then he began saying things like: "I know you. I know all about you.

I know you have a iot of friends. I know you love them and they love you, but you don't care about me." Then one evening she was in her apartment when she thought she heard a noise coming from the basement. Suddenly all the lights the building went out. She called the police. They came and found that someone had managed to open the basement door and throw the switches in the building's fuse box.

A few days later, Ms. Camacho went to a hospital for minor surgery. Her friends knew she was going, and so did her relatives and her boy friend. But no one else. "She was there a week.

The day before she checked out. the phone in her hospital room rang. It was him. And he had turned nasty. He began talking about what he would like to do to her sexually.

She hung up. She was home for five days when, at about fi a.m.. she was awakened by tie sound of her front door knob turning. At first it was being turned lightly. Then whoever was outside shook the door violently.

After a few seconds, it stopped. That day. there were five phone calls. But he was no longer talking. All he did was breathe.

A week later, she was in her apartment with some relatives, and her hoy friend. Sandy Ko-rer. a commercial pilot, when the phone rang. Carmen?" the voice said. "Yes?" "Carmen," he said in a matter-of-fact way, 'I'm going to kill you." Then he hung up.

That's when they called the police. For about a month, the phone was silent. Then it rang. "Carmen." he said, pleasantly. 'I've been letting you slide.

Your time is almost up." She said: "Lok. why can't we meet." The police had suggested that she try to make a date. "Sure." he said. "I'm going to meet you all right. It'll be soon and it'll be bloody." After that, Korer and her relatives, who live nearby, agreed that somebody had to be with her at all times.

A few days went by. It was evening and Ms. Camacho was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Korer was sitting in the living room. "I locked up." she says, "and there was this man on my porch, looking in the kitchen window." She Impulsively threw the door open and said: "What do yuu want?" He was a stocky man.

of medium height, in his 20s, with thin, receding blond hair combed to cover the baldness. He looked at her for a moment: "Do you have 9n organ? I'm here to repair an organ." "How did you get in here," Korer demanded. The man stepped back, out of the kitchen light, into the shadows. "Through the door," he said. "I'm hereto 'epair an organ." He gave the name of an organ company and said he worked for it.

As he talked, Carmen listened to his voice. It could have been the same as that of the man on the phone, but she wasn't sure. "There's no organ here." Korer said. The man gave an address and said it was where his company had sent him. "That's the Hunt number, but the wrong street," Korer said.

"That's one block over." "Oh, I got the wrong the man said. Then he turned and disappeared down the stairs. That made sense. A mistake in the address. But the organ company was called.

It has only one repairman, and he is much older. And the people who live in the house on the next block, where the man said he was supposed to be, don't own an organ. Korer told the story to the police. They wrote it down, but didn't seem concerned. Ms.

Camacho has locked up her apartment and Is living somewhere else for awhile, with a friend. So far, the friend's phone hasn't rung. Chicago Daily News Service 1 I I 4 i i 1 i fee ridttttttiuekOb- 3I.KIG IP 1'OK OPERA A iini.laclii.,e.I Fiorello ltefore 1 lie mirror, a Kearded ISarlolo ages, a ilomurr Iierta make! a la-l-minute rlicek and a liook-no-oI Itaxilio ajlies some 1 it 1 4 .1 rJ 'v. i if 1 -V 4 1 Wr 1 I 1 i 1 It's More Than Sweat of Brow for the Maestro and took long walks in the countryside. There, some got the inspiration for their greatest works.

In fact, there is the imprint of wildlife in Beethoven's Sixth (Pastoral) Symphony and in Mahler's First. Solti says he relishes British football, which we Americans know as soccer. He also reportedly enjoys skiing, though he is no expert. And Mazer? "He's an excellent tennis player," says Kathryn, "But he also is an avid sports fan. He watches every baseball, football and hockey game he can on TV.

"But Henry is athletic about his work, loo," she says. "And so is Solti. They both practice long and study hard before each performance. Why. we have to tiptoe around the house whenever Henry's studying a composition.

See SOLTI, Tagc 38 Likewise, is there a limit on how well Beethoven's Fifth Symphony or Mahler's First 1 Titan) Symphony can be played? Musical athletes today are better than ever and those tomorrow likewise will be the best ever. And music will continue to be played better. The likes of Solti and Mazer, then, are classical music's new breed of virtuosi, and they have to be athletic in their pursuit of the per-feet Mahler or the perfect Schoenbcrg rendition. It is nolhing new. really.

Surely old masters also had to adhere to a training camp or some sort physical or mental scrimmage before engaging in composing playing of conducting. 1 can't remember, at the moment, whether Brahms or Beethoven or any others have ran track or played football. But 1 do know they often yielded to the lure of outdoor splendor afterward were absolutely drenched with water," says Mrs. Kathryn Mazer, wife of Henry Mazer, associate conductor of the Chicago Symphony. "He'd perspired so it was as if he had just finished playing five sets of tennis." Thus, waving that tiny baton around for an hour or so has its physical challenges, a necessary ingredient of sport.

But an even better description of the maestro's art, in the context of sports, is that it is a race against imperfection. A race, then, with fixed technical (so far as written music is concerned) finish lines, but with unlimited dimensions of artistic satisfaction wittiin the written borders. For example, a 100-yard dash must be run within 100 yards. But history teaches us that there appears to be no known limit of time in which the distance can be covered. Track slat-Ivory Crockett did it in a world record of 9 seconds flat just the other day.

By LACV J. BANKS Chicago Sun-Times Service CHICAGO When Sir Georg Solti, conductor of the Chicago Symphony Orchesfa, walks briskly onto the podium during a practice session, his attire normally includes track tenns shoes slacks and sweat shirt. It is neither the track tennis shoes nor the sweat shirt that make Solti an athlete. Instead, it is his great physical energy and his wealth of mental resources reflected in the efficiency with which he carries out a demanding life as one of the world's imperial conductors. It is neither the expensive training nor the hard work of conducting a particular orchestral performance that make a maestro's work a sport.

-My husband conducted (Sergei) Rachmaninoff's Second Symphony and his clothes.