The guitar has never been an exalted instrument, has never made great history in music. Its living has been a meagre one, eked out on the vaudeville stage, thwanging accompaniments to this ditty and that. Last week in Manhattan, for the first time in memory, it braved a formal recital. There was nothing extraordinary about the recital guitar. It had just six strings. Andres Segovia, the Spaniard who brought it to the U. S., had just the allotted ten fingers but he made big music. Long black hair, a sack coat, flowing...
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