Monday, Mar. 07, 1927
Ten
Manhattan's reviewers' concensus of opinion last week on the violin playing of young Benjamin Steinberg, 10, was naturally tainted with the chronic suspicion of all reviewers for prodigies. Ben, nevertheless, did well with his violin, and though he quite expectedly played wrong notes at times, he accepted his bouquets of roses with more sang froid than many a professional. With the profits--he bought another violin.