An Angered Teuton.
Reading edition
A gentleman living out on Franklin Street sends the following communication to this paper, under date of March 12:—
“To the Editor.—Your to-day’s edition brings an article on ‘The Walküre.’ Are you aware of the fact that your daily issue is, according to your own statement, nearly a hundred and fifty thousand? 320You ought to expect that out of these hundred and fifty thousand, at least fifteen hundred will read your paper. Now, how can you, in the face of this number, print the monstrous pollutions of a Lausbub, who sat down and described his voluptuous ignorance in a manner which ought to drive the blush of shame to his face, if he has any? There is no use going into the details of his work: they, as well as it, are simply disgusting. I would excuse any gentleman who does not like Wagner’s music, for saying so in a gentleman-like manner; but a man of the standing of your correspondent, whose expressions are printed in a paper of the standing of ‘The Daily News,’—I expect without control,—such a man, if he really be the brute he attempts to make out of himself, ought to be tortured to death by Wagner’s music, and the smell of garlic of ‘The Walküre.’ I write this to you as an expression of my disgust,” etc.