On his 18th birthday last week Yehudi Menuhin gave his last Manhattan concert before he tours the world for a year, rests for another on his new California ranch. To spare harassed box-office employes, an advertisement was published six days before the concert to say that all seats in Carnegie Hall were sold. During the day Yehudi received 150 telegrams and a new projector for his cinema camera. In the evening he played Mozart with rare grace and delicacy. His Bach, without accompaniment, was exuberant and sure. A new sonata by Rumanian Georges...
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