The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1868-09-04

MisrfllaneOus SelRrtigns.
i es.., LFrom the Cincinnati Times.l ,,,st
What's the Matter with that Nose
An ssOver the RhIHe'' stOy by the ssFat
COntributer."
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Snyder kept saabeer saloon some
years ago 'over the Rhine Snyder
was a pOnderous Teuton of a very irasic-
bic temper-sudden and quick IN quar-
reP-get mad in a minute. NeveTthe-
less his saloon was a great resort fol
boys-psrtly, because of the excellence
of his beer, and partly because they
liked 10 chafe old Snyder, as the called
him; for although his bark was terrible,
had taught them, that he
bite. -7.a .,l. s-lr 4-4. q,
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 par
ticularly fond of roasting Snyder,
dropped in to get glass of beer, and
Snyder's nose, which was a
big one at any time, swollen and blist-
ered by the sun, until it looked ike a
dead ripe tomato, a-7'.
why, Snyder, what's the matter
with your nose ? said the caller.
4 peen out fishing nit der poys,'
replied Snyder, laying his finger ten
derIy against bis proboscis, the sun it
pese hot ike ash der tifel, unt l purns
my nose. Nice nose, don't itP And
Snyder viewed It with look of cofnical
sadness, in the mirror back Of his bar.
It entered at once into the head of the
fellow in front of the bar
to play joke upon Snyder, so he went
out and collected half a dozen of bis
with whom he arranged that
hey should drop in at the saloon one
after another and ask Snyder, whats
Ihe matter with that noser to see how
long be would stand it. The man who
put up the job went in first with COM
ji::nioD, and seating themselves at a
able, calietii COR beer. Snyder brought
t to them, and the new conner exelsim-
ID as he saw him: @
Snyder, what's the matter with your
nose i His7 7siTes e. al .s 1r.als
Il yust dell your frient here 1 peen
,ut fshin' NIT der poys, unit the sun he
1urnt 'em--swi lager-deu ceuts-sll
ight' rz u 5,s.-i
Another boy rushes in. Halo,
boys, you're ahead of me this time,
spose 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
and then bursts out lsnghiDg)
-haL-hal-ba! Why, Snyder-ha!
-ha whats the matter With that
1oseP @.-
Snyder, of course, can't see any fun
q having a burnt nose, or having it
aughed at, and he says, in tone stern
y emphatic: 's'l7'-' h4
h sl've been out fishing init der poys,
mt de sun il juse ash hot like ash der
ifel, uut | purnt my nose; that ish all
light r ..s..r.. -.r-.
Another tormentor comes in anil in
lists on setting 'em up for the whole
Iouse. Snyder says be, 'filI up the
,oys' glasses, and take drink your
10! no! no! hal ha! hal Snyder,
Vhat-hal ha!-ats the matter with
bat noseP a. st ls -.f-s aT
SnFder's brow darkens With wrath
y this time, and his voice grows deep,
r and sterner-
Il peea out tishin' nit der poys on
Ter leedIe Miama. The sun peese hot
Ike as hail, unit | purnt my pugle. Now,
hat ish more Vot | don't got to say.
Jot gind of peseuess! That ish all
ight; purn my own nose don't itp
Burn your nese-burn all the hair
fl your head, for what l care, you
eedn't get mad about it as
1t was evident that Snyder wouldn't
tapd more than one more tweak at that
ose, for he was tramping about behind
is bar and growing like an exaspers-
ed old bear in his cage. Another of
is tormentoTs walks in, Some one
iugs out to him, Have glass Of beer,
Sillyf Z sg..t -s-7r ra.s
Don't care about any beer says Bill,
but, Snyder, you may give me one Of
,our best ciga-Ha-a-al hal hal hal
10! hol hol he! hel he ah-h-h-ha! !!
ia! ha! ha! Why--wby-Synder--
ho-wba-ha-a-a-ashal@ hal hal
What's the matter sOitk that mossp
Snyder was absolutely fearful to be-
lold by this time. His face was pur-
lie with rage, all except his nose, which
lowed like a ball of fire. Leaning his
'onderous figure far over the bar, and
aising his arm aloft to emphasize his
Tords, he fairly roared: il5-ts
I've peen out fishin' NIT der poys.
he sun it pese hot like as hell-tamna-
ion. Ipurnt my nose. Now you no
Ike dose nose, you yust take dose nose
mt aOr-lOr-t0riRg yoGr tam american
myers NIT 'emi That's the kind Of a
sdR Uot l am.P
And SNYDER was richt. at -~gr