Most infant prodigies are unusually terrible children who have an unusual faculty for aping their elders. Few ever graduate from the ape stage. Few ever hold the concert platform after their apishness has outgrown its disarming garb of knee britches and Dutch cuts. But once or twice in a generation appears a youngster who does his own musical thinking, can hold his own in the company of talented grownups. Such a precocity usually causes a sensation, even among hard-boiled critics.
A sensation there was last week at Manhattan's Town Hall. There, with practically no advance ballyhoo, a slight, dark-eyed, French-Canadian nine-year-old named...
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