The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-15
MIR. sNYDER,s BAD TOOTH.
Terrific and Unexpected Effects of Admins.
tering Laughing Gas.

tering Laughing Gas.
New York World.
Mr.. Henry Snyder, of No. SO Liberty street,
weighs 275 pounds. He is six feet tall and has
blceps as big as a village blacksmiths Like
most big men, his friends say, Mr.. Snyder is
thoroughly good natured. III all his life he has
had only one real fight, and that was twelve
years ago. Then the three individuals who
stood UP before him felt sorry that they had not
left before the trouble began. 1t was away
back in the spring of 49," to use Mr.. Snyders
expression, that he dropped into Mike Norton's
saloon, corner of Carmine and Blocker streets,
and there got into a row. he has a dim recol-
lection that somehow an ambulance was mixed
up in the fray, but just how he can't explain.
Since then Mike Norton has become the sage
and serious judge of the Second District Court
and Mr.. Snyder has settled down to practice as
a lawyer and collector at No. 80 Nassau street
and No. So Liberty street. Until yesterday he
had apparently forgotten oil about the little
trouble in Nortons saloon.
Mr.. Snyder woke up yesterday morning with
the toothache. The sensation increased during
breakfast and grew with the day. On his way
to business he had often noticed a comfortable
looking dentists sign swinging from the second
floor of the corner Of Thirty fourth street and
Third avenue. There was a picture upon it of
a nice young man inhaling gas and laughing in
an encouraging way while the dentist extracted
a great four pronged tooth. Mr.. Snyder
| stopped here as he passed by yesterday morn
| ing. climbed the stairs and plunged into the
dental parlorS.
The dentist was a slender gentleman of thirty,
with reassuring silky whiskers and a meek air
Of protest as if apologizing in advance for the
pain lie might infiict. He was fanked by one
male assistant as slender as himself, and in the
background were two young ladies, also assist
ants. When Mr.. Snyder stood up in front of the
doctor to tell him of the way ward tooth, the shad-
ow OF the big lawyer quite threw into eclipsethe
smaller form of the operator. The doctor led him
to the chair and Mr.. Snyder squeezed his frame
into it's soft cushions, threw back his head,
opened his mouth, and awaited developments
The doctor tunneled for a moment in the cavity,
looked at it through q magnifying glass, and an
nounced his ultimatuin:
100 far gone to be filed; have to pull it. Can
give you gas"
"Will it hurt9" asked Mr.. Snyder.
mot at all, " was the reply. 1.-THE gas will set
you dreaming of your past life, and you will wake
up with the tooth gone"
Bring on your gas" consented Mr.. Snyder.
He took a long breath from the mouth of a tube
which the doctor applied.
The next moment the old fight in Mike Nor
tons saloon twelve years ago came back to him.
He found himself in the liquor store with three
enemies bearing do wn on him. With a whoop
and q bound he seized one of his assailants by
the throat and threw him the length of the
room. Then he grabbed the second and, with
all the force that suppressed rage could give, he
forced him backward sheer through a window.
He wrenched the heavy chair apart and was
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gas lost its power and he awoke.
He woke upon a scene of desolation. The par
lor, with its rare blue china and expensive bric-
a-brac, was a wreck. The furniture was a con-
fused tumble of old lumber. The operating
chair had disappeared. So had the two ladies.
The doctor still remained. He had to. Mr..
Snyder had him by the throat half way out of
the second-story window. In another moment
he would have dropped him to the pavement.
The dentists assistant had braveE come to the
rescue when the trouble began. Now he was
slowly disentangling himself from the debris of
an etagere and he came forward rubbing the
sore spots. The doctor looked for a bottle of
arnica and Mr.. Snyder looked for his pocket
book and offered to pay for the damage. The
| young ladies came out from their hiding places.
Mr.. Snyder apologized, told about the fight
twelve years ago and gently i~nsinuated:
Shall we try it again2"
mo, sir" said the doctor. II wouldn't do it
for So, OOO."
DR.. Modemann said he had been a practising
dentist for many years, but never before had a
little gas wrought such a change in his establish
ment. Let his tooth ache.
Mr.. Snyder still has a hollow tooth that aches.