As if he would make his way to the podium without attracting notice, Arturo Toscanini hurried on to Manhattan's Carnegie Hall stage last week to begin his eleventh season as conductor of the Philharmonic-Symphony. One glimpse of the trim, greying little Italian and every player in the orchestra, every member of the audience, rose respectfully. After one grave little bow Toscanini turned his back, rapped sharply for attention, commanded his men to play, his audience to listen.
No reporter has yet succeeded in fully describing a Toscanini concert. The players suddenly become...
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