In the Carnegie Hall bar and Joe Romano's Restaurant around the corner, many an oldtimer with a battered fiddle case shook his head sadly over his beer. Summer was over for the Philharmonic orchestra; it had been about as quiet as a monsoon. The open-air season at Manhattan's Lewisohn Stadium had piled up the largest deficit in the orchestra's 25-year history, most of which is written in red ink. Dimmed out as an air-raid precaution, the outdoor stadium had been plagued nightly by the whir of airplane motors. A bolt of lightning had demolished...
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