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 January 27, 2005
“I Won’t Go To Macy’s Any More, More More” (Jump-rope jingle, 1938)
This New York "jump rope jingle" involves Macy's. It's also in the book Rimbles: A book of children's classic games, rhymes, songs, and sayings (1955, 1956, 1960, 1961) by Patricia Evans, pg. 30.

10 May 1938, New Masses, section two, pg. 109:
I won't go to Macy's any more, more, more!
I won't go to Macy's any more, more, more!
There's a big fat policeman at the door, door, door!
He will squeeze me like a lemon.
A chalachke zol em nehmen.
I won't go to Macy's any more, more, more!

(Also, as "New York Children's Street Rhymes and Songs, by Fred Rolland, pages 565-567, in Sidewalks of America: Folklore, Legends, Sagas, Traditions, Customs, Songs, Stories and Sayings of City Folk, edited by B. A. Botkin, Indianapolis: The Bobbs-Merrill Company, Inc., 1954 - ed.)

14 April 1946, New York Times, "Jump-Rope Jingles," pg. 109:

I won't go to Macy's any more, more, more.
There's a big fat policeman at the door, door, door.
He takes me by the collar, and makes me pay a dollar.
So, I won't go to Macy's any more. more. more.
Posted by Barry Popik
Music/Dance/Theatre/Film • (4) Comments • Thursday, January 27, 2005 • Permalink


I can’t believe this actually exists.  It’s one o’clock in the morning and I just thought of my mother chanting this to me as a little girl.  I also used to say this to my two boys when I was hugging and squeezing and laughing with them.

I leaped out of bed and said to my husband, “I wonder if anyone else ever heard of this besides my family?” I’m forwarding this to my brother and sisters and sons --- thank you!

Posted by janet parker  on  11/13  at  04:13 AM

My mom taught me this rhyme when I was little. I don’t know why It popped into my head, but I thought I’d look it up.

Posted by D. Gallagher  on  06/09  at  04:28 PM

Our grammar school in Newark, NJ had one city block cordoned off to serve as a play yard until the school bell rang.  There, we played games such as this rhyme bouncing a rubber ball under our legs (Oh, I won’t go to Macy’s any more more more...)--so sweet, so innocent.  Now, I can afford to go to Macy’s, but I would trade it in a minute for a rubber ball, my cousin Mary, Mary Ellen Flynn and the rest of the gang at St Columba’s. Those were the days, my friend…

Posted by Elizabeth Garris  on  01/05  at  09:09 PM

Thanks, I just wanted to know the origin of this rhyme, like Merrimac(k) and found a battleship and a town, plus a color(s) named Merr...anyway, I think that people should be inclusive of everyone, trying to peaceful, if not love everyone...because, so many times, words do hurts, and also bring life...thank you all for your reSearch, and for not giving up, for sometimes...the seemingly little things(foxes) tear down nations…

Posted by Antoinita Violette  on  01/13  at  02:12 PM

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