Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1868-11-20
what's The Matter with that Nose.

What's The Matter with that Nose.
Snyder kept a beer saloon for some
years over the Rhine" Snyder was a
ponderous Teuton. of very irascible tenn
per, "sudden and quick in quarrel,
get mad in a minute; nevertheless, his
saloon is a great resort for the boys,
partly because of the excellence of his
beer, and partly because they like to chafe
" old Snyder" as they called him; for
although his bark was terrific, experience
had taught them that he wouldn't bite.
One day Snyder was missing, and it
was explained by his g frau who "jerk-
ed I" the beer that day, that he had "gone
out fishing nit der boys" The next
day one Of the boys who was particular
ly fond of roasting" old Snyder, drop
ped 10 to get glass of beer, and discov
cred Snyder's nose, which was big one
at any time, swollen and blistered by the
sun, until it looked like dead ripe to-
mato.
"Why, Snyder, what is the matter
with your nose?" said the caller.
81 peen out fishing mt der boys" re-
piled Snyder, laying his finger tenderly
against his proboscis, "der sun it pees
hot like ash der tyfel, and | purns mine
nose. Nice nose, don't til" And Sny-
der viewed it with look of comical sad
ness, in the little mirror back of his bar.
1t entered at orce into the head of the
mischievous fellow in front Of the bar to
play a joke upon Snyder, so he went out
and collected half a dozen of his com
rades, with whom he arranged that they
should drop into the saloon, one after
another, and ask Snyder" What is the
matter with that nose?" to see how long
he would stand it. The man who put
up the job went in first with a compan-
ion, and seating themselves at a table,
they called for beer. Snyder brought it
to them, and the new conner exclaimed
as he saw him: Snyder, what's the
matter with your nose?
81 yust dells your frient here. l peen
out fshin' NIT der poys, und der sun, he
purnt 'em. Zwi lager--ten cents. All
right"
Another boy rushes in. Halloa,
boys, you're ahead of me this time,
'spose I'm 10, though. Here, Snyder,
bring me glass Of lager and pref
appears to catch sudden glimpse of
Snyder's nose, looks wonderingly mo-
ment, and then bursts out laughing)--
ha! ha hal Snyder-ha! ha! what is
the matter with that nose?"
The Dutchman, of course couldn't see
any fun in having a burnt nose, or hav-
ing it laughed at, and he said in a tone
sternIy emphatic:
"Pve peen out fishin' NIT der boys,
und der sun yust SO hot like ash der ty
fel, ind purnt my nose; das ish right"
Another tormentor comes in and in
sists on setting 'em up" for the whole
house. Snyder" says he, ''fill up the
boys glasses and take a drink. Yours
--ho! no! ho ba! la! ha !-wha--ha
ha!--what's the matter with that nose 2"
Sgyder's brow darkens. with wrath by
this time, and his voice grows deeper and
sterner.-
l peen out fshin' nit der boys, on der
little Miami. The sun PEGS hot like ash
hail, und 1 purnt my bugle. Now, das
list more vot don't got to say. Vot
kind Of beesness? Das list all right. l
purD my own nose, don't 2"
BURN your nose--burn all the hair
off your head, for what | care. You
needn't get mad about it,"
1t was evident that Snyder would not
stand more than one more tweek at that
nose, for he was tramping about behind
his bar, and growing like exasperated
old bear in bis cage. Another of his tor
mentors walks in. Some one sings out
to him:
"Have a glass Of beer, Billy?"
don't care about any beer" says
Billy, "but, Snyder, you may give me
one of your best ciga--ha-a-a a ha ha /!
ha! ho! no! no! no! he! he! he! all h.h
b ha! ha! hal Why-why-Snyder--
who---who--ha a-a! what's the matter
with that nosei"
Snyder was absolutely fearful to be-
hold by this time. His face was purple
with rage, all except bis nose, which glow
ed like a coal Of fire. Leaning his pom
derous figure far over the bar, and rails
ing his arm aloft to emphasize his words
with it, he fairly roared.
I've peen out fishin NIT der boys. The
sun it PEGS hot like ash hail tamnation.
| purnt my nose. Now you no like dose
nose, you yust take dose nose, you yust
take dose nose and wr-r ring your tam
'merican fingers NIT 'em! Dash ish der
kind of man vot | ami
And SNYDER was ri0bt.