This season more U.S. audiences than ever are hearing the piano expertly pounded by a man who once moved Manhattan Salon-Keeper Muriel Draper to expound pertly:
". . . An ageless, grotesquely ugly face at the prow of a beautiful head. . . . Eyes pale with intensity seemed more like hieroglyphics of intelligence than eyes in a face and a somber Semitic nose carved with chastening Polish delicacy supported them. Pale firmly-full lips smiled with nervous sadness over strange teeth, and only the chin was allowed to rest a little from the forward-moving...
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