The Vienna telephone of Herr Richard Strauss, 62. famed eccentric composer, rang an odd hundred times last week, each time to shriek at him a message more bewildering than the last:
"Richard, my old friend, the letter you wrote me yesterday has broken my heart [sobs]."
"Herr Strauss, I have been your publisher for 30 years, but after the telegram you sent me yesterday our relations are over, finished! Your terms are mad. [Click.]"
"Ah, Herr Strauss, it is you? We have had a hard time to get the 300...
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