The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1871-10-19
what's Tho Matter with THAT Nose.

ago cover nit der grindstouo factory u
kensingion. Snyder was a pondcrou
Tculon Of very irrusciblc temper Sud
den aud quick in quarrel, getting mad in
minute. Nevertheless his saloon was
great resort for the boys partly because o
tho excellence Of hi, beer, and partly be
cause they liked to caa'o "ola Snyder" a
they called hin; Tor. although lisbark wa
terrible. experience had taught them thu
be wouldn't bite,
One day Snyder was missing, and i
was explained by his "frou," who "icrkct
The beer" that day, that lie bad gone gu
fishing nit der poys." The next day
ono who was particularly fond Of ''roas,
ing" old Snyder, dropped in to get glass
Of beer, aud discovered Snyler's nose
which was q big one at any time, bu
which was swollen and blistcrcd by the sun
until i! looked like dead ripe tomato.
"Why, Snyder, what's the matter will
your nosc?' said tic caller.
II poen out fishing init der poys," re-
piled Snyder, layiug his finger icndcrly
against his proboscis. "Dcsan vos so hot
like dc tuyvcl, and lpurus my nose. Nice
nose, don't it?' Aud Soydcr viewed il
with look Of comcul sadness. in the lit.
Ito mirror back Of tho bar.
II occurred at once to the misrhicyog,
fellow in front Of tue bar to play a trick
upon Snyder, 10 went ont and called a
half dozen Of bis comrades, with whom he
arranged that they should drop in at the
saloon, ono after another, and ask Snyder
"What's the matter with that noseT 10
see how long he could stand it, The one
who put up the job wen. in with compan-
lou. and seating themselves at the table
they called for beer. Snyder brought it
to them, and tue new coucr exclaimed, as
soon as 10 saw him:
"Why, Snyder, what's che matter with
your uose!"
81 yust dells you friend, | pccn out
dshin nit der poys, unit de sun she purus
'em-zwei lager deu cents, all right
Another Of the boys came rushing in,
ezclaimiug--
"IIallo, boys, you're ahead Of me this
time, 'sposo I'm in, though. Here, Say
der, bring me glass Of lager and prctz
--(hcro ho appeared to catch sudden
glimpse ofSuyder's nose, aud looking a
moment, burst out laughing
"Ha! la! Why, Snyder, what--ha! ha!
what's The matter with that nose?"
Snyder, Of course, couldn't sec any fun
in being laughed at, and be answered in a
tone stcrnly emphatic
"l've peen out 6shiu nit der poys on
der Schoolkil. Dc sun vos hot ash hail.
unit purut my pug'e. Now dat ISL all |
been got so say bout desc ,ings Not for
pecshucss ish dat? Dat ish all rite; |
puru my nose, i'll"
Burn your nose burn all the hair of
your bead, for What care; you needn't get
mad about it"
It was evident that Snyder wouldn't
stenS more than one more tweak at that
nose, for he was trampins around behind
the bar like an cxaspcratcl old bear in hi:
cage.
Another Of bis tormcntors walked ill.,
Some one sings out to him, "lavc glass
Of beer, Billy"
"Dou't care aboutany beer" says Billy,
"but you may give mo one of your hest
cigars-ha. ha. ha. ha. DO. no! he! he! h.h
la! hal ha! vhy-ha! la! l'a! why Snyder
--wha, wha --ha.a! ha! ha-whats the
matter with that nose?'
Snyder was absolutely fearful to behold
by this time. His face was purple with
rage, all except his nose, which glowcd
like q ball Of fire. Leaning his poalerous
figure far over the bar, aud rnising hisarm:
aloft to emphasize lis words. he fairly
reared
Give peen out fishing nit dor poys, :
Do SUI vos hot like INFLAMMATION.
purnt my nose. Now, oof you don't like
dose nose, you yrs. take dat nose ur
wiring your tam American fingers nit EN-
OATS the kind Of man vot ! an"