Once more the Student Vagabond has returned, not this time from the dizzy whirl of vacation wanderings, but from the marble halls of Widener; once more he returns, metaphorically speaking, to the sound of music.

Today it is the Chicago Opera Company, which calls him from his haunts with the martial strains of Borls Godunoff. If ever there was a story fit to be set to music it is the story of this early Czar of Russia, and eminently fitting is the music which Moussorgsky was inspired to write. In it he has embodied the fierce old Muscovite Boyar himself; in it is the spirit of the half Oriental Princes who fought to drive the Tartan hordes from the gates; in it and through it is the note of something primitive, something untamed like the bleakness of the steppes and the snowfields. From the opening curtain to the great climatic scene of Borl's coronation, when through the crashes of the belt and the shouts of the almost oriental populace, there swells the martial music of the marching procession, Russia, that Russia of the pomp and power of the early Czars is before our eyes.

By all means if you have a friend with a ticket, borrow it; if you can't, try and get one at the box office.