Concert artists, like dogs, always grow to resemble their patrons. Most of today's (examples: Gieseking, Casadesus, Heifetz, Serkin) resemble bank presidents or New Deal intellectuals. Most of yesterday's (examples: Paderewski, de Pachmann) resembled haughty princes of the blood. One lordly, athletic survivor of the time when artists wore the royal purple is orange-whiskered Polish Pianist Moriz Rosenthal, pupil of Franz Liszt, who in Manhattan last week was recovering from his 80th birthday celebration.
When Moriz Rosenthal made his U.S. debut in 1888 the audience reached such a frenzy it had to be forcibly...
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