Pinafore

A pleasing anecdote anent modern nomenclature is related by the Xorwich Bulletin. A Preston farmer drove in to Long Society recently, to deliver a load of hay to an oíd patrón. On his arrival the customer was nowhere to be found, so the farmer asked his little son, who was playing on the premises: "Where is your father?" "Gone to Pinafore," replied the lad. 'Pinafore," repeated the agricultunst, as he stood meditatively looking upon the ground; "Pinafore! My boy, I am pretty well posted in the geography of these parts, but that is a place I never lieard of before. Is it down toward the Connecticut Kiver?" The boy explained its relation to music, when the farmer gave his closing rejoinder. "Oh, music! Well, I never was much on that. But I tell ye what, bub, everything is named so sort of geographical nowadays that one can t hardly judge between the title of a piece of poetry and a township. When I was your age, all ñames served as soit of sign boards."