Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1868-10-01
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Snyder kept a beer saloon som
years ago, cover the Rhine Sny
der was ponderous Teuton o
very irascible 'suddenaDt
very quick inquarrel"-get mad II
a minute. Nevertheless his salool
was a great resort for the boys
partly because Of the excellence o
his beer, and partly because the,
4 liked to chafe "old Snyder as thel
called him for although his bari
was terrific, experience had taugh
them that he would not bite.
One day Snyder was missing
and it was explained by his frau
who 'jerkcd" the beer that day
that he had "gone out fishing
nit der poys," The next day one
of the boys, who was particularly
fond Of roasting" old Snyder
dropped in to get glass Of beer
and discovered Snyder's nose
which was a big one at any time
swollen and blistered by the sun
until it looked like a dead ripe to-
matO. .r . ..HH
"Why, Snyder, what's the matter
with your nose :" said the caller.
Il peen out fishing nit der boys"
replied Snyder, laying his finger
tenderly against his proboscis. =
"The sun it pese hot like der tifel,
unit | purnt my nose. Nice nose,
don't it?' And Snyder viewed it
with a look of comical sadness in
the little mirror back of his bar
1t entered at once 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 comrades, with whom
he arranged that they should drop
in at the saloon one after another,
and ask Snyder whats the matter
with that noset" to see how long
he would stand it. The man who
put up the job went in first with a
companion, and seating themselves
at table called for beer. Snyder
brought 1t to them, and the new
conner exclaimed as he saw him
Snyder, what's the matter with
your nose" . -. T..
II yust dell your frint here I peen
out fishin nit der poys, unit the sun
he purnt 'em-zwi lager-den cent
all right"
Another boy rushes in. HAL
loo, boys, you're ahead of me this
time, 'spose I'm in, though. Here,
Snyder, bring me n glass of lager
and a pret--(appears to catch
sudden glimpse of Snyder's nose,
looks wonderingly moment, and
then bursts out laughing)--ha, ha,
ha! Why, Snyder-ha, ha, what's
the matter with that nose Z"
Snyder, of course, can't see any
fun in having a burnt nose, or hav-
ing it laughed at, and he says in a
tone sternly emphatic:
GIVE been out tahing nit der
boys, unit de sun is just as hot like
ash ter tlfel, unit l purnt my nose;
that ish all right"
Another tormentor comes in and
insists on "setting EN- up" for the
whole house. Snyder says he,
fill the boys glasses and take
drink yourself-ho, ho, no, ha, ha,
ha, Snyder, wha-ha, ha, ha, what's
the matter with that nose p
Snyder's brow darkens with wrath
by this time, and his voice grows
deeper and sterner: rt..
Il peen out fishin' nit der poys
on der Little Miami, The sun pese
hot like as hail, unit ! purnt my pu-
Gle. Now, that is more vot don't
got to say, Vot gind of peseness ?
That ish all right; l purn my own
nose, don't it?' .r.r ant 4
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 tweak
at that nose, for he was tramping
about behind his bar and growing
like an exasperated cid bearin his
cage. Another of his tormentors
walks in. Some one sings out
to him, "Have a glass of beer,
Billy p a.a... rg |
Don't care about any beer"
says Billy, ''but, Snyder, you may
give me one of your best ciga-
Ha-a-a, ha, ha, no, no, no, he, he,
he, ah-h-h ha, ha, ha! Why--why
.SnVder--who--wha--ha a-a ha,
ha, what's the matter with that
nose ?" M m
Snyder was absolutely fearful to
behold by this time. His face was
purple with rage, all except his 1
nose, which glowed like ball Of
fire, Leaning his ponderous figure
far over the bar, and raising his arms I
lloft to emphasize his words with |
It, he fairly roared:
"Pye peen out fishing nit ter
Doys. The sun it pese hot like as
hail semnation. Ipurnt my nose.
Now you no. like dose nose, you
must take dose nose unit aor-'0r-'Cr-
cring goar tam american fingers
nit EN-. That's The kind Of man
,Ot I am
And Snyder was right, = Cincin
laG Times. . u
Equal taxation" is the Dem
,cratic demsnd. That is, ''hour to
1ay the same tax as whisky; the
Door mans wheelbarrow, the same
Is the rich mans carriage; the pro-
,aeds of the moor farmers DioW the /