'Had a transatlantic liner brought into New York harbor last week a swart little man with a waxed mustache and a hat several sizes too small, photographers would have rushed out to Quarantine and presently crowds would have lined up for the opening of the Philharmonic-Symphony. Those who got in would have stood in their seats and yelled for Arturo Toscanini.
But he was resting in Italy last week, a grandfather. Until Jan. 21 brings the excitement of his return, guest conductors must lead the Philharmonic. The one to begin the season last...
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