An earnest bespectacled young man bowed formally to a Philadelphia audience last week, glanced at his program, nodded to his accompanist, pursed up his lips and proceeded to whistle. The Philadelphians had been fairly warned. Andrew Garth was serious about his whistling. Oldtime vaudevillians could make a living imitating canaries or mocking mocking birds. Andrew Garth was appearing as a concert artist, ambitious enough to undertake the Mad Scene from Lucia, a Schubert sonatina, the first-act love music from Wagner's Die Walkiire in which he took turns at being the orchestra, Sieglinde, the...
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