Smyrna times., 1871-11-15
What's the Matter with that Nose 9u

Snyder kept beer saloon some wears apo
over init der Grindstone Factory und Kensine.
town. Snyder was a ponderous Teuton of
very lrasclble temper" sudden and quick in a
quarrel getting mad in minute. Never
theless, his saloon was a great resort for the
boys, partly because of the excellence of his
peer, and partly because the boys liked to
chate odd Snyder, as they called him:
One day Snyder was missing, and it was ex-
PIalned by his frau, who ''jerked" the beer
that day, that he mad gone out fishing init
der poys: The next day one of the bows who
was particularly fond Of roasting old Sny.
GER dropped in to get a glass of beer and
discovered Snyders nose, which was a big one
at any time, swollen and blstercd by the sun
until I,,, i looked like dead ripe tomato.
hy' Snyder what s the matter with your
nose said the caller
| peen out fishing NIT der poys," replied
snyder, laying his finger tenderly against his
proboscls: The sun it pees hot like ash ter
tifel, until purns my nose. Nice nose, don't
hI And Snyder viewed it with look of cOmi
| bar "'A "a 'no
1t entered at once into the mischievous fell
low to play trick upon Snyder. He went
out and called half a dozen of his comrades
%lth whom he arranged that they should
ur0p 10 at the saloon, one after another, and
ask donYder, what Is the matter with that
nos nose! to see how long he could stand il.
1he man who put up the job went in with a
companion, and seating themselves at a table.
called for beer. Snyder brought it to them
and the new conner exclaimed, as soon as he
saw him; 80 A0
Why, Snyder, what's the matter with
your nose p ''4
| yu>t tell your frient I peen out fishing
INIT der ,poyS, unit the sun he burnt em-swie
lager-den cents all right"
claiming:
;, Halo, boys, you're ahead of me this time.
Here, ony-( be appeared to catch a sudden
glimpse Of Snyders nose) why, Snyder. what
what $ the matter with your nose?'
Snyder says in tone sternly emphatic:
We peen out fishing NIT der poyS ut de
sun 1t Just as hot like ash ter tifel, unit purnt
my, nose dat ish all right"
Another tormentOr comes in, and insists on
setting 'em up" for the whole hoase
Snyder, says he, what's the matter with
that nose?"
Snyder's brow darkened with wrath by this
time, and his voice grew deeper and sternor
i peen out fishin' nit ter bows on der Scooli.
KILL The sun pese hot like as hail; unit /
purnt my pugle. Now, that is more yot I
don got to say. Dat iSh all right; | purnt
my own nose, don't it?'
Burn your nose-burn all the hair off
your head for what l care you needn't get
mad about it..
1t Was evident Snyder wouldn't stand more
than one more tweak at that nose, for he was
tramping around behind the bar and growing
like an exasperated old bear in his cage.
Another Of his tOrmenters walks in. why
Snyder-w who-wha -hs-a, ha, ha, what's the
matter with your nose ?"
Snyder was absolutely fearful to hehold bv
this time. His face was purple with rare. al
except his nose. Leaning his ponderous figure
far over the bar, and raising his arm aloft to
emphasize his words with it, he fairly roared :
We peen out fishing NIT ter poys. The
sun 1t peeS hot like hai-tamnation. / purnt
my nose Now, you no like dose nose. YOU
yust take dose nose unt-wr-wr-wr wiring your
tam, American fingers nit EN- That's the
kind of man | am |"