The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1868-12-10
{ WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH THAT
NOSE
An "over-the Rhine - Story.
BY THE "FAT CONTRIBUTION" "

.t WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH THAT
NOSE ?"
An "Over the Rhine' Story.
BY THE "FAT CONTRIBUTOR"
Snyder kept a beer saloon some
years ago over the Rhine" Snyder
was ponderous Teuton, of very IT,
rascible temper sudden and quick
in quarrel mad in a minute
Nevertheless his saloon was a great re-
sort for the boys-partly because of
the excellence of his beer, and partly
because they liked to chafe ''old Sny-
DER" as they called him for, although
his bark was terrific, experience had
taught them he wouldn't bite.
One day Snyder was missing, and
it was explained by his +" frau," who
"jerked" the beer that day, that he
had gone out fishing NIT der boys.n
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 dead ripe to-
mato. se
"Why, Snyder, what is the matter
with that nose?" 5qs-
&. II peen out fishing NIT der boys"
replied Snyder, laying his finger ten
derly against his proboscis; "the sun
it pese hot like as der tiful, unit 1
burns my nose. Nice nose, don't it p
And Snyder viewed it with look of
comical sadness in the little mirror at
the back of his bar. f..-,
1t entered at once into the head of
the mischievous fellow in front of the
bar, 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, What's the matter with
that nose ?" to see how long he would
stand it.
The man who put up the job went
in first with companion, and seating
themselves at q table, called for beer.
Snyder brought it to them, and the
new conner exclaimed, as he saw him: (:
+" Snyder, what's the matter with that
nose?"
81 yust tell your frient here 1 peen
out fishing NIT der poys, unit the sun
he purnt em. Zwi lager-den cents
all right"
Another boy rushes in. "Hallo,
boys, you're ahead of me this time ;
pose I'm in, though. Here, Snyder,
bring me glass of lager and pret-
appears to catch a sudden glimpse of
Snyder's nose, looks wonderingly a
moment, and then bursts out laugh
ing)-ha! ha ha! Why, Snyder-ha! T!
ha what's the matter with that nose ?"
Snyder, of course, can't see any fun
having burnt nose, or in having it
at, and he says, in tone
sternly emphatic:
GIVE peen out fishing nit der poys,
unit der sun yust SO hot like ash der
tiful, unit purnt my nose; that ish all
right"
Another tormentor comes in, and
insists upon "setting 'em up" for the
whole house. Snyder" says he, "fill
up the boys glasses, and take drink
your-ho! ho! no! ha ha ha Sny-
der, wha-ha! ha!-at's the matter
with that nose?"
Snyder's brow darkens with wrath
by this time, and his voice grows
deeper and sterner-
al peen out fishing NIT der poys on
der leettle Miami. Der sun pese hot
like ash hail, unit 1 purnt my pugle.-
Now that ish more vot 1 don't got to
say. Vot gind of beesness? That ish
all right. purn my own nose, don't
it ?"
"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 wouldn't
stand more than one more tweak at
that nose, for he was tramping about
behind the bar, and growing like an
exasperated old bear in his cage.
Another of his tormentors walks in.
Some one sings out to him, "Have
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! ho! ho! he! he he he
ha! ha! ha! Why-why,
Observation-Disclosures! ha echafs
the matter acith that nose?"
Snyder was absolutely fearful to be-
hold by this time; his face was purple
with rage, all except his nose, which
glowed like q ball of fire. Leaning
his ponderous figure far above the bar,
and raising his arm aloft to emphasize
his words with it, he fairly roared:
"Tve peen out fishing NIT ter poys.
Der sun it pese hot like as hdil-tamna-
ton. I purnt my nose. Now, you no
like dose nose, you yust take dose
nose unit acr-r-r-Ting go,tr tam Ameri-
can fingers mat 'em. OATS der gi1,d Of
a man cot I dm!"
And Snyder was right.
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