Igor Stravinsky.

Artist Igor Stravinsky wilt be seventy-five years old on June 17, 1957. This article has been written to celebrate that occasion. The core of genius is not easy to fix, even with the advantages of historical perspective. When a man is still creating compositions of unrelieved novelty, even after fifty years, it becomes more difficult. Hardest of all is to try to specify the quality of gifts which, while they have developed with relentless logic over the half-century, seem more akin to quicksilver than to the taken trunks with which it is more comfortable to associate absolute prestige. Stravinsky has never been captured by his myth or his critics. In his life, as in his art, he is a realist-possibly a lyric-realist, but with a working intelligence so devoid of self-deception that he repels the benevolent sunset which crowns other mellow careers. Stravinsky has done something else which perhaps only workers in other fields of the arts fully appreciate.