It is truly peculiar that a music publisher will allow a singer to leave his establishment with an orchestration unfitted for her voice, but this has happened with Emma Francis, and the song is “Good-bye, Little One, Good-bye.” It is pitched high that both the selection and Miss Francis suffer.
One of the best march numbers of the season, the girl could well take care of it had the arranger or whoever attends to this duty listened to her while she sang it in the publisher's office- if she did. Miss Francis is growing lively, even more so than is customary with her, and she looks so very nice on the stage that one almost begrudges the time taken up by the tumbling Arabs. The final encore by the boys could be forsaken.
Variety 6:1 (06/01/1907)