The little maestro, apprehensive that the orchestra was no longer what it used to be, arrived for his first rehearsal an hour ahead of time. But by rehearsal's end he was pleased as Punch. Said he: "They have remembered everything I taught them. Nothing is missing."
Manhattan concertgoers who have looked back with twinges of regret to the golden years from 1926 to 1936, when Arturo Toscanini was the fabulous war lord of the New York Philharmonic-Symphony, had no apprehensions. Sold out, the orchestra office had to return $25,000 in checks to applicants...
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