Music: On Tour

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When Jan Kubelik fiddled in the early 19OO'S crowds stormed the box office. Ladies' hearts fluttered while he tossed off trills and double harmonics, looking 11ke a picture-book musician with his blazing eyes, his waving mane. Kubelik's hands were once insured for $100,000. He was rich enough in 1918 to buy a million-dollar castle in Hungary. Because Depression left him penniless, Kubelik is again fiddling in the U. S. this season. Last week he played with the Cincinnati Symphony, which had for the occasion a guest conductor—none other than Son Raffael Kubelik, 20.

As a fiddler Father Kubelik appeared, at 54, as a stolid, hard worker, absorbed by his finger technique and a bow that moved woodenly. Son Raffael seemed to have more of the old Kubelik flare. His arms shot forth like serpents. His hair was so long and rebellious that he had to stop now and then to tuck it behind his ears. A concerto written by Father Kubelik was the climax of their performance. But no hearts fluttered.