When a professional-looking German walked quietly and unaffectedly across Boston's Symphony Hall stage last week, there were subscribers who settled back in their chairs with the idea that the afternoon's interest was over. The German, Adolf Busch, was unknown to most of them. He carried his violin as unostentatiously as if it had been a brief case. He was to play the familiar Brahms' Concerto, surely of less interest to an up & coming audience than Respighi's glittering arrangement of five Rachmaninoff Picture Studies or Florent Schmitt's gruesome Tragedy of Salome. . ....
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