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...Pietro Mascagni will conduct, for the first time in the U. S., his opera, II Piccolo Marat...
...electricity on the wavering scores of Metropolitan experiments. ... Of Toscanini throwing down his cello in the Opera House in Rio de Janeiro one night in 1886 to conduct Aida by heart and win fame thereby. . . . But most of all, since his name occurred most often, one thought of Pietro Mascagni, and the curious stories that are told about this baker's son, whose life has been a wail redeemed...
...Composer Mascagni once had himself photographed with a deck of cards in his ringed hands and a large cigar protruding from a smirk. The waggish, swaggering air of the picture pleased him immensely, and whenever a lady asked him for a likeness this was the one he gave her, signed, in all cases, with love, Pietro Mascagni. It is not difficult to see why he liked this photograph; in it he saw himself for the first time as what he had always wanted to be-a gambler...
Short, thick, with a curly nose and an eye like a new horsechestnut; coarse-mouthed and lyric-handed, a good hater, a bad lover, a composer who made his reputation as another man would make his point in a dice game, Pietro Mascagni. It was in Leghorn, Italy, that his father baked bread, but the rumor that Pietro helped in the family trade has never been verified. Indeed, the boy Mascagni refused from the first to soil his hands with flour; he seemed to have an illimitable capacity for roistering, in reward for which, when he was sixteen, his father...
...Composer Mascagni believes that all his operas are as good, if not better, than Cavalleria, Rusticana. II Piccolo Marat, for instance, which has been given in Rome and Buenos Aires though never in Manhattan, is a far neater piece of construction; four interweaving orchestral tones, built on four connected themes, knit the score to- gether; the scene is Nantes during the Terror, the villain, one Orso, a guillotining cockaded butcher, the heroine is his daughter, the hero, a nobleman so pure that he is called "The Little Marat." What more could one ask? And yet Pietro Mascagni, now walking...