Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1868-10-22
A Nose as Is a Nose.

Snyder kept beer saloon some
years ago ssover the Rhine" Sny-
der was a ponderous Tenton Of very
irascible temper-s'sudden and quick
in quarrel, get mad in Minute
Nevertheless his saloon was great
resort for the boys-partly because
of the excellence of his beer, and
partly because they liked to chat old
Snyder, as they called him; for al
though his bark was terrible, expe-
perience had taught them that 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 poys. -
The next day one of the boys who
was particularly fend of roasting
Snyder, dropped in to get glass of
beer, and discovered Snyder's nose
which was big one at any time.
swollen and blistered in the sun, IN
til it looked like dead ripe tomato.
"Why, Snyder, what's the matter
with your nose?" said the caller.
81 peen out fishing NIT der poys,"
replied Snyder, laying his finger ten
derly against his proboseis, "the sun
1t pese hot like ash der tifel, unit
burns my nose. Nicenes don't it?''
And Snyder viewed it with com
ical sadness in the little mirror back
of his bar. 1t entered at euce into
the head of the mischievous fellow in
FROG of the bar to play a joke upon
Snyder, so he went out and collected
half dozen of his comrades, with
whom he arranged that they should
drop in the saloon one after another
and ask Snyder, whats 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 seat
ing themselves at a table 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?"
II yust tell your friend here l
peen out fishin' NIT ter poys, unit the
sun he purnt 'em-zwi lager-ten
cents-all right"
Another one rushes in. "Hallo,
boys, you're ahead of me this time,
'spose I'm in, though. Here, Sny-
der, bring me glass Of beer and
brett appears to catch a sudden
glimpse of Snyder's nose, looks
wonderiDgly moment, and then
bursts out laughing )-ha!--ha-hs!
Why, Snyder hs!-ha!--ha.--what's
the matter with your nose?"
Snyder, of course, couldn't see
the t'un in having a burnt nose, or
having it laughed at, and he says,
in tone highly emphatic:
"Pve. peen out fishin' NIT ter poys,
unit der sun it just be as hot as der
tifel, unit l purnt my nose; dat ish all
right."
Another tormentor comes in and
insists on ''setting 'em up" for the
whole house. Snyder" says he,
fill up the boys glasses and take
drink yourse-ho! ho!! ha a:-ha!-
ha!l-ha! Snyder, wha-ha!-ha!-l
ats the matter with that nose?"
Snyder's brow darkens with anger
this time, and his voice grows steep |
er and sterner-
81 peen cut fishin' NIT der poys on
der leedle MAMA The sun pese hot
like as hail, unit / burn my bugle.--
Now, dat is more vot 1 don't got to
say. Vot kind of peseness? That
is all right; purn my own nose,
don't it?"
"Burn your nose, burn all your
hair off your head, for what | care;
you needn't get mad about it."
1t was evident that Snyder would |
not stand much more than one tweak
at that nose, for he was tramping
about behind his bar and growing
like an exasperated old bear in his
cage. Another of his tormentors
walks in. Some one sings cut to
him:
"Have a glass of beer, Billie"
"Don't care about any beer" says
Bill, "but Snyder, you may give me
one of your best ciga--h-a a alba!
ha!-ho.-ho!--he! ah h. b he-he-
hai-ha!-ha!--ha! Why-Snyder--
ho-wha-ha-a-a a. a ha! aohat's the mat
ter Uith that nose2"
Snyder was absolutely fearful to
behold by this time. His face was
purple with rage, all except his nose,
which glowed like ball of fire -
Leaning his pondersus figure over
the bar, and raising his arm aloft to
emphasize his words, he fairly |
roared:
"Pve peen out fishin' NIT der poys
The sun it pese hot like hail tamna-
tion. l purnt my nose. Now you
no like dose nose unit WI wiring your
tam American fingers init 'em!-
That's the kind of man vot am"