In at least one New York restaurant oeuf Toscanini is to be found on the bill.
But there can be no doubt on that point in the case of Toscanini.
Toscanini was picking his way through the orchestra to the desk.
There you have a side of Mr. Toscanini that the boys have forgotten to tell you about.
Mr. Toscanini wanted a nip of brandy, but the innkeeper insisted that he try some very special wine of the house's own making.
Those who know Mr. Toscanini intimately find in those six simple words the key to his character.
Toscanini held sway when I began, and he was a marvelous musician and conductor.
Mr. Toscanini does not eat before a performance, and his family wait with the evening meal until he joins them.
I am far from reproaching Toscanini for introducing, let us say, the works of Verdi into his concerts.
Mr. Toscanini had been right about the Beethoven Concerto and had correctly remembered the purely orchestral numbers as well.