An old man with a gnarled face, fierce mustachios and a cranium as hairless as a grapefruit drew his bow through the last note of a Hungarian dance by Brahms and gravely bowed. Zimbalist, Heifetz, Hofmann, Gabrilowitsch, Rachmaninov, standing in the wings, beamed, murmured, clapped, thumped with the beaming, murmuring, clapping, thumping audience in Carnegie Hall, Manhattan. They had been listening to their master's voice. For the old man in the square dress suit was Leopold Auer, teacher of innumerable famed violinists, celebrating his 80th birthday. The three violinists, the two...
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