For 13 years, audiences attending the weekly concerts of the Boston Symphony had stared at the unruly, silvering thatch of Conductor Charles Munch; for 25 years before that, the thatch had been that of Conductor Serge Koussevitzky. Last week, when the Boston appeared at Manhattan's new Philharmonic Hall, the man on the podium was Erich Leinsdorf—thatchless and in impeccable control of his orchestra. Few who listened doubted that one of the most distinguished eras in the orchestra's history had begun.
Serge Koussevitzky played on the Boston with Slavic ardor, kindling it to its best efforts in Russian works or in the epic...
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