I sang the Africana for the Italian Hospital and the Mignon for the Grenfeld medical mission in Labrador. A public of ten thousand people almost assailed me after the concert in Boston, the 13^th of December. Then I partecipated to the traditional St. Stefan's holiday at the Metropolitan. As it was a habit for the soloists, I gave a golden present - cuffs or a bracelet - to each of the 119 members of the chorus, to each of the 93 orchestrals, and to each of the 40 and more elements of the stage-personal, of the property-men and of the office-boys.

 In autumn 1932, during a long tournée of concerts, I went through Germany, Holland, Denemark and Swiss. At the frontier with Germany I realised I forgot my passport; I tried to explain the situation to the frontier-guards and I sang some notes of "La donna è mobile" to convince them I was saying the truth. They let me go.

 In Nuremberg the public refused to let me go until I sang again the whole program, a bis of everyhing. In Berlin I had a public of twelve thousand people for my concert at the Sportpalast. In Coopenhagen the Danish Real Family came to listen to me singing the Bohème, and after that the King gave me a private audience.

 The most remarcable episode of the entire tournèe happened however in Frankfurt, where I got a letter from an Italian kid imploring me to visit his father at the hospital. That old Italian, who had been living quite long in Frankfurt importing oranges and lemons, had his legs amputated two days before, and now he was dying. I went to the hospital and I seated at his bolster. He asked me to to sing just a note. I sang the whole "Spirito gentil" of the Favorita. "Thank You" he replied, "now I can die happy".