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. Now a Popeyes fast food restaurant on Google Maps.

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Entry from December 25, 2012
“Call me anything, but don’t call me late for dinner”

“Call me anything you like, but don’t call me too late for/to dinner” is an old joke that has been cited in print since at least 1833. A farce by Richard Jones called Too Late for Dinner played London in 1820, but it’s not known if this play has anything to do with the joke.
(This entry was prepared with research assistance of Doug Wilson of the American Dialect Society listserv.)
OCLC WorldCat record
Too late for dinner, a farce
Author: Richard Jones
Publisher: London, W. Sams, 1820.
Edition/Format:   Book : English : 2d ed., corr
16 July 1833, Huron Reflector [Norwalk OH], pg. 7(?), col. 2:
”... call me what you please, but dont [sic] call me too late to dinner.”
20 July 1833, Easton (MD) Gazette, “Mercantile Drumming,” pg. 1. col. 4:
“Oh, as to that,” said the merchant, a little mortified, “it’s of very little consequence what a man is called so that.”
“He isn’t called too late to dinner,” interrupted the Yankee—“that’s just what I tell my wife.”
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By Frederick Marryat
Paris: A. and W. Galignani and Co.
Pg. 9:
“They call me a foundling, but I don’t care what they call me, so long as they don’t call me too late for dinner.”
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January 1837, Fraser’s Magazine, pg. 87, col. 2:
“Call me what you like,” roared another, “except only don’t call me too late for dinner,” and at this effort of wit, his colleagues chuckled and rubbed their hands, ...
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Cousin Geoffrey, the Old Bachelor:
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Edited by Theodore Edward Hook
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Pg. 241:
“Ah well, call me anything you like, Gerry, anything but too late for dinner!” and he offered his short fin-like arm to his tall and scornful wife.
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By Albert Smith
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Pg. 144:
“Call me what you like, so long as you don’t call ‘me too late for dinner — eh?”
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21 July 1873, Chatterbox, pg. 266, col. 2:
“Call me anything von like if you don’t call me too late for dinner.” That was a joke of those days, and everybody’s grandfather or great-grandfather used to make it.
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Lend a Hand:
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Volume 2
Edited by Edward Everett Hale
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Pg. 27:
“Call me w’at ye like, so ye don’t call me too late for dinner.”
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The Salt-cellars:
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By Charles Haddon Spurgeon
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Pg. 95:
Call me what you like, but don’t call me too late for dinner.
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By Gilbert Parker
New York, NY: A. L. Burt Company
Pg. 77:
“I don’t mind what they call me, so long as they don’t call me too late for dinner.”
9 May 1973, Sarasota (FL) Herald-Tribune, “Why Madison Needs New Buses ” by Nicholas Von Hoffman,pg. 6-A, col. 4:
“As Fat Walker, the late great third-base coach of the Pittsburgh Pirates, used to say, ‘Call me anything you want, but don’t call me late for dinner.’”
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By Américo Paredes
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Pg. 160:
This new approach -advanced as a sane and pragmatic one— was epitomized in the popular dicho, “I don’t care what you call me; just don’t call me late for dinner,” which became current among Mexican-Americans of the 1950s.
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20 January 1985, The Ledger (Lakeland, FL), “The Wings Of Dan: Colonel Rank Causes Ruffled Feathers In Major Flap” by Lonnie Brown, ‎pg. 9A, col. 3:
(Well, as one of the Guzzler Club members said, “I’d rather be a $28,000 captain than a $26,000 major any day,” and added, “Call me anything, but don’t call me late for dinner.”)

Posted by Barry Popik
New York CityFood/Drink • Tuesday, December 25, 2012 • Permalink

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