Paganini’s Ghost

The curtain rises upon a darkened stage hung with funeral black, and slow lights reveal behind a transparency the violinist’s figure dressed in the sombre costume of a bygone century.
A lenghty foot-note sets forth that the soul of the great master Paganini emerges from the outer gloom at midnight and descends for a few fleeting moments upon his beloved instrument.
Three numbers are rendered, all of a grade somewhat above the appreciation of the Fifty-eighth street audience.
The player is undoubtedly a master of technique, but the idea with which he has sought to illuminate a straight musical offering is hardly worth while and decidedly cheapens what might under better direction be made an agreeable vaudeville item. The act had a decidedly casual reception.
Variety 6:2 (06/08/1907)