Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.
• “Thursday doesn’t even count as a day, It’s just the thing that’s blocking Friday” (3/30)
• POETS Day (Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday) (3/30)
• “Better days are just around the corner. They are called Friday, Saturday and Sunday” (3/29)
• “Nothing screws up your Friday like realizing it’s only Thursday” (3/29)
• “Thursday—the most useless day of the week” (3/29)
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Above, Big Apple Corner at 54th Street and Broadway in Manhattan.
Above, John J. Fitz Gerald, from the Oct. 17, 1931, Turf Play, p. 7.
Listen to Robert Emmerich introduce The Big Apple, a hit song from 1937. Music written by Bob and performed by Tommy Dorsey's Clambake Seven with Bob on piano. Lyrics written by Buddy Bernier and sung by Edythe Wright. Audio provided by Dorothy Emmerich.