""It spreads,'" the campaign-carried on by long-distance telephone, with "Saint Diogenes supreme commander." At the fifty-ninth minute of the eleventh hour, a rescuer makes room for Mr. Carnegie's music hall, which by degrees became (becomes) our music stronghold (accented on the "ne," as perhaps you don't have to be told). Paderewski's "palladian majesty" made it a fane; Tschaikovsky, of course, on the opening night, 1891; and Gilels, a master, playing. With Andrew C. and Mr. R.., "our spearhead, Mr. Star"- in music, Stern has grown forensic, and by civic piety has saved our city panic; rescuer of a music hall menaced by the "cannibal of real estate" - bulldozing potentate, land-grabber, the human crab left cowering like a neonate. As Venice "in defense of children" has forbidden for the citizen, by "a tradition of noble behavior, dress too strangely shaped or scant," posterity may impute error to our demolishers of glory. Jean Cocteau's "Preface to the Past" contains the phrase "When very young my dream was of pure glory." Must he say "was" of his "light dream," which confirms our glittering story?They need their old brown home. Cellist, violinist, pianist used to unmusical impenetralia's massive masonry-have found reasons to return. Fantasias of praise and rushings to the front dog the performer. We hunt you down, Saint Diogenes are thanking you for glittering, for rushing to the rescue as if you'd heard yourself performing."