Great was the suspense in a Manhattan concert hall last week. After each burst of applause an expectant silence fell in the audience. Many thought, particularly after the sweeping finale of the Liszt Preludes, that Conductor Willem Mengelberg would speak. He had been presented with a floral wreath. They knew that it was his last performance of the season with the Philharmonic-Symphony.* Their programs told them so. Many suspected, moreover, that it was his final farewell to the Philharmonic and to Manhattan. The rumor had spread that he had criticized the condition in...
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