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In a Carnegie Hall gay with Italian and U.S. flags, 3,000 people sat and awaited the greatest event in Manhattan's music season. Three thousand people sat, hundreds more stood, jammed tightly in back of a red plush rail, and hundreds more turned reluctant feet down 57th Streethick-set little man scooted out on the stage and started for the conductor's daisg a band of able musicians how his "Clock" symphony should be playedras for nearly a decade now. Here are the pines of the Villa Borgheseini, a triumph for Respighi and the U.S. debut of a certain English nightingale in the third movement. For Respighi disdained any nightingale effect that might be obtained from strings or woodwinds, used a gramophone record made by a real birdToscanini as to make the readings of lesser men seem imitative and frail; and an audience that had jabbered its way into the hall went home stilled and critics went out fumbling for words.

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