New Year’s Eve (1918)

Again tackled Opernhaus.  After desperate attempts at conversation aided by various linguists, I managed to obtain a ticket for tonight’s and another for Thursday’s performance.  Tonight’s was a serio-comic opera of the old style, by Johan Straus: De Zeigerbaron – pretty music, and some attractive dancing, especially an old fashioned minuet in court costume, but comic opera loses greatly from being in an unintelligible tongue.

Found myself in one of the boxes with a Tommy and two young ladies, and felt rather a big ass, especially in the intervals when we made pathetic attempts at conversation, greatly to the frauliens’ amusement.