After gloomily pronouncing Manhattan an unmusical city, big, brooding Otto Klemperer boarded a train for Los Angeles last week to take command of a Philharmonic Orchestra where audiences roundly hail him as a hero. During a 13-week session the towering German had led the New York Philharmonic through many a scholarly performance. In his wake a Carnegie Hall concert was called for 8:45 p. m. At 8:44 p. m. there came sauntering through the stage entrance a short, top-heavy man with piercing brown eyes, a militant goatee, a bland, self-assured manner. It was...
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