A plaque remaining from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem.

Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.

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Entry from August 17, 2018
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”

Entry in progress—B.P.

“Absinthe makes the fart grow stronger,” “Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” “Abstinence makes the church grow fondlers” and “Doctor, why do I toot like a motorcycle?"/"Because abscess makes the fart go Honda” are other variations on the proverb.

Wikipedia: Thomas Haynes Bayly
Thomas Haynes Bayly (13 October 1797 – 22 April 1839) was an English poet, songwriter, dramatist, and miscellaneous writer.
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His best-known songs include Old House at Home, I’d be a Butterfly, Oh, no, we never mention him, She wore a Wreath of Roses, The Mistletoe Bough, and Long, Long Ago.

Songs
“Gaily the Troubadour touched his Guitar”
“I’d Be a Butterfly”
“I’ll hang my Harp on a Willow Tree”
“Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!”

10 April 1829, New-York (NY) American for the Country, pg. 4, col. 3:
ISLE OF BEAUTY, FARE THEE WELL!
Shades of evening close not, o’er us,
Leave our lonely bark awhile!
Morn, alas! will not restore us
Yonder dim and distant isle.
Still my fancy can discover
Sunny spots, where friends may dwell;
Darker shadows round us hover,
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!

‘Tis the hour when happy faces
Smile around the taper’s light;
Who will fill our vacant places?
Who will sing our songs tonight?
Through the mist that floats above us
Faintly sounds the Vesper Bell,
Like a voice from those who love us,
Breathing fondly, fare thee well.

When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon;
What would I not give to wander
Where my old companions dwell;
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Isle of Beauty—fare thee well!

Google Books
4 June 1831, The New-York Mirror: A Repository of Polite Literature and the Arts (New York, NY), pg. 284, col. 1:
ISLE OF BEAUTY, FARE THEE WELL.
WORDS AND MUSIC BY T. H. BAYLY.
(The music score is shown.—ed.)

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityWork/Businesses • Friday, August 17, 2018 • Permalink