Word: maestro
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...last week it looked as though Columbia Records' Mitch Miller, the maestro who produced I Saw Mommy, was ahead of the field again. Title of his new prize number: I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. It had just about all the necessary ingredients, including a juvenile songstress, an implacable rhythm and severely single-minded lyrics. Sample...
...King Paul and Queen Frederika, nearing the end of their month-long marathon around the U.S., popped up unannounced in Manhattan's Carnegie Hall, where they beamed from a box while Greek-born Dimitri Mitropoulos conducted the New York Philharmonic. After the concert, the King awarded Maestro Mitropoulos the decoration of Commander of the Royal Order of the Phoenix. As photographers' flashbulbs went off, the Queen, by now used to the chin-up-and-smile orders barked at her, complied expertly, quipped to the picture-takers: "You'd think we'd been trained in Hollywood...
...last week after five months in Italy, steaming to get back to his NBC Symphony podium. To his extreme annoyance, he came down with a touch of flu, and his doctor told him he would have to postpone his opening concert this week. At 86, the Maestro still hates to miss a curtain...
...insatiable curiosity to his radio. When he made his lunchtime appearances, he was always immaculately dressed, including starched collar and cuffs. Often the happy recipient of emphatic neckties, he once startled his guests by turning up in a bow tie that lit up with small electric bulbs when the Maestro pressed a button in his pants pocket. Night after night Toscanini received processions of old friends for talk and drinks, often until 1a.m...
...island of San Giovanni in Lake Maggiore. There, social life was quieter, although natives and sightseers on passing launches soon found that the great conductor was there. If they saw him on the lawns, they sent shouts of "Bravo, Toscanini!" and "Bravo, Arturo!" rolling across the water. The Maestro, snorting with offended modesty, would turn his back and disappear...