 The Craft Foods Company presents Harold Perry as the Great Gilder Sleeve. The Great Gilder Sleeve is brought to you by the Craft Foods Company makers of Parquet Margarine. Millions of women all over America serve Parquet because it tastes so good. And now in many states you can buy this delicious Parquet Margarine in yellow quarter pound sticks. Yes, the same spread that tastes so good now comes in handy quarter pound sticks already colored a rich golden yellow and ready to serve. That's Parquet, P-A-R-K-A-Y, Parquet Margarine made by Crafts. Well another day is drawing to a close in Summerfield. The sun is slowly sinking behind the hills and every little bird is returning to his nest. The Great Gilder Sleeve is returning to his nest too. The fact is just coming in the front door. Hello everybody, I'm home. Good evening, birdie. That will be ready in just a few minutes. We got beef stew. Beef stew, great. Where's Marjorie? He's with Rodney Zimmerman. Rodney Zimmerman? Yeah, she's got a big crush on him. Oh, who's he? Another basketball player? Nah, he's a goof. He's a senior class poet. A poet? Oh my goodness. You ought to see him, Monk. He's a tall skinny guy that reads books all the time. He's a goof. Nah, Leroy. If Marjorie likes him, I'm sure Rodney is a very nice boy. He's a goof. Nah, Leroy. Oh, here she is. Hi, Monk. Hello, Marjorie. Marjorie, her old uncle is saying hello. Oh, hello, Lonky. I'm about me today. Who is Marjorie? Who is she? I wish I knew this mystery. Well, what? Lips like cherries, apple cheeks, soft complexion like a peach. Sounds like a fruit salad. And Rodney, he's sensitive and artistic. He's a goof. That will do, Leroy. You may go upstairs, young man, and get ready for dinner. Pronto. Okay. Well, he shouldn't say those things. Just because Rodney's different, he's sweet and thoughtful. Of course, sometimes I wish he weren't so shy. What? Well, we're having our costume dance at school Friday night. I know Rodney wants to take me, but he's too bashful to say anything. Oh? So I invited him over here tonight. Maybe if I encourage him enough, he'll ask me. I'm sure he will, my dear. Well, better get ready for dinner now. All right. A poet. What next? Excuse me. Yes, Bertie? Everybody ready for supper? The beef stew is done. All right. Roses are red, violets are blue. Okay, Bertie, serve the beef stew. I'm a poet too. Get up a cigar. Rocky, Rodney will be here in a few minutes. What about it? Please don't smoke here in the living room. What? Rodney has a very sensitive nose. Oh, my goodness. I wonder if Bertie's got the hot chocolate and cookies ready. Oh, I'm sure she has. You've reminded her five times. And Leroy, now don't you act smart, Alec, in front of Rodney. Oh, he's just got to ask me to that dance. If anything upsets him, he's liable to run right out of the house. Oh, don't worry, my dear. I'll get... Oh, there he is. Want me to get it? No, Bertie, I'll get it. Be nice now, won't you remember? He's terribly shy. I will. Oh, hello, Rodney. Hello. I must have the wrong house. No, no. You're Rodney, aren't you? Yes, but you're not Marjorie. Marjorie's uncle. Oh. The one with the mustache. Won't you come in? Well, I could come back some other time. No, no. Come in. All right. Marjorie's right here in the living room. Marjorie, here's Rodney. Hello, Rodney. Hello. And this is Marjorie's little brother, Lee Roy. Hi. Hello. So you're Rodney Zimmerman. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Well, Rodney, Marjorie's certainly been looking forward to your visit tonight. Yeah, she wants you to invite her tonight. Isn't it time for you to do your homework, my boy? Homework? Yes. Up in your room. Say good night to Rodney. Night, Rodney. Oh, good night. A polite little fellow. So you're a poet, eh, Rodney? Yes, sir. Uncle Mort. Well, I take quite an interest in the poets myself. You do? Do you like Bobby Burns? Well, that's a pretty good cigar, but I usually... Oh, oh, the poet. Uncle Mort. What, Marjorie? Aren't we keeping you from your work? Work? I know. I work from eight to five every day. Oh, oh, yes, of course. Excuse me, Rodney. I have some work to do in my den. Uh, statistics. I'll just leave you two alone. Good night, Uncle Mort. Good night. Good night, Rodney. Good night, sir. Looks like a poet, all right. Needs a haircut. Well, I hope he invites Marjorie. I think I'll leave the door open. See what he says. I'm glad you came over tonight, Rodney. So am I, Marjorie. I love that poem you wrote about me. Rodney. I'm glad you did, Marjorie. You gods, you've never asked her at this rate. Rodney. Yes? I've got my costume all picked out for the dance Friday night. Yeah? Yes. I'm going as Elizabeth Barrett Browning. And you'd look wonderful as Robert Browning. That is, if you were going to the dance. Yes. Can't he take a hint? Oh, Marjorie. Yes? About that dance. Yes? There's something I want to ask you. There is, Rodney. Uh, here it comes. Hot chocolate's coming up. Mrs. Fort, thank you. And these lots of them cookies, it'll fill you out a little. Thank you. Here's a little poem I wrote. If you want something more to eat, Bertie's chocolate can't be seen. My goodness, Bertie too. Rodney, you were saying something about the dance. Dance? Oh, yes. Well... Come on, Rodney. If you weren't going with anybody else. Yes? Yes. Well, I thought maybe you'd like to... Can't hear him. I'll just lean out of the door a little. Well, that is Marjorie. Why don't you go with me? Me too far? I just thought I'd drop in for some chocolate. If it's a brown suit, well, I better be going. Good night. Good night, Marjorie. Rodney, wait! Scared away, huh, Commissioner? Yeah. You fell right on the floor, huh? I bet he thought it was an earthquake. It isn't funny, Floyd. And ports are peculiar fellas, all right. Moody. Yeah, they sure are. Well, being a barber, I don't read poetry. Them guys never get haircuts, so why should I give them my business? Yes, well, I certainly spoil things from Marjorie. Well... Why don't you go see this young lord O'Brien and fix it up? Mm-hmm. Well, I couldn't get him to invite her. He's a darn shy. Well, there's one thing that always works in a case like this. The green-eyed monster. Who? That's right, Commissioner. Jealousy. Oh, for heaven's sake. Yeah, you just make him think some other kid's gonna take her. He'll get over that shy stuff in a hurry. Well, I don't know, Floyd. I tell you, it works, Commissioner. Why, if it wasn't for jealousy, I wouldn't be married to Lovie today. You wouldn't? Nope. When I was going with her, I was about to run away and join the Navy. Then I noticed some guy leaving her house every time I'd go over to see her. You did? Yeah. Made me so jealous I broke down, proposed to Lovie. Mm-hmm. After we got married, I found out that guy was just a bill collector. Make it worse, I had to pay the bill. Well, it might work with Rodney at that. Sure. I could tell him that her old boyfriend, Wally Hoff, wants to take her. That's the stuff. Lay it on thick. Tell him this Hoff kid's nuts about her. By George Floyd, I'll do it. Wait till I see that skinny poet. Add a boy. Can't miss, Commissioner. When the green-eyed monster bites you, look out. I wonder where it'll bite Rodney. Hello, Marjorie. Thank you. Just thought I'd stop by on my way home from school. Marjorie. Yes. Marjorie. Yes. Marjorie, will you go to the dance with me? Oh, I'd love to, Rodney. I thought you'd never ask me. Well, I've been afraid to. I thought maybe you'd rather go with Wally Hoff. Wally Hoff? Well, you used to like him and I thought maybe you still did. Oh, that's silly. I don't like Wally anymore. In fact, I can't stand him. I'm glad of that because if I thought you still liked him, I'd go out of your life forever. Rodney. Oh, I'm so excited. I want to show you my costume. I'll run up and get it. Gee, she likes me better than Wally Hoff. I never would have thought. Well, Rodney. Oh. Hello, Mr. Gillersley. You're just the boy I wanted to see. Rodney, I've got some bad news for you. What? I'm afraid you've got a rival for Marjorie, my boy. A rival? Who? Wally Hoff. Wally Hoff? Well, I thought she didn't like him anymore. That's what you think. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. But she said she couldn't stand him. Yes, you may have told you that. But you know how women are. Yes, I guess I do. Rodney Zimmerman, you've been a fool. Huh? Oh, hello, Uncle Morton. Rodney, here's my costume. I hope Wally Hoff doesn't like you. I hope Wally Hoff likes it. What? You don't have to spare my feelings, Marjorie. Your uncle told me how you still like Wally. What? Yeah, I sure did. I'm sorry I asked you to go to the dance, Marjorie. You asked her? Oh, my goodness. Rodney, listen to me. It's all right, Marjorie. You go with Wally. I'll just sit in my room and read Tennyson. Tennyson, Rodney, I was only joking. Farewell forever. Rodney. Oh, my God. After a little while, I see that fly. Birdie, what's new? I declare, Mr. Wall, that Leroy just caught me something new. What now, Birdie? That Leroy took a slice of bread, spread parquet margin on it, real thick, and then sprinkled a little brown sugar on top and started eating. Well, I thought everybody knew about that. Bread, parquet, and brown sugar is a wonderful between-meal treat. Well, I tried it and it sure tastes good. It's so simple. Parquet tastes good on everything, Birdie. It's delicious on rolls and waffles and pancakes. It adds flavor to hot vegetables and casserole dishes, too. And believe me, parquet margin is certainly economical. Why, it costs only about half as much as the most expensive spread. I know it's economical, Mr. Wall, but what's important to me is how good it tastes. Well, that's important to everyone. That's why millions of women serve parquet margin in every meal. Parquet is the margin of craft, quality, you know. It's economical, nourishing, and delicious. In most states, you can buy golden yellow parquet and quarter pound sticks all ready for table use. That's what Leroy was getting into, the yellow parquet. Sure was a treat with that brown sugar on it. It's a treat no matter how you eat it, Birdie. Parquet margin is always a treat because it tastes so good. That's P-A-R-K-A-Y, parquet margin. Well, it's the night of the costume dance at the Summerfield High School, but it's an unhappy night for Marjorie. Her date with Rodney fell through, thanks to Mr. Fixett, the Great Gilder Sleep. She's locked herself in her room, and the great man's trying to patch things up. Dinner's ready. We're having meatloaf. Dinner almost ready? Yes, sir. Too bad about that dance tonight. Marjorie not going. Yes, sir. Poor little Marjorie. Well, I'm sorry it turned out this way. I was just trying to get Rodney to take her, but it didn't work. It sure didn't. Poor little Marjorie. Birdie, I said I was just... Everybody's gonna be at that dance, laughing and having a good time. Everybody but poor little Marjorie. Birdie. Yes, sir. All them other girls will be there with their boyfriends. All but poor little Marjorie. But Birdie, I told you, I was just trying to fix things. You fix things all right, poor little Marjorie. I don't want any dinner. I feel like eating. What? Poor little Marjorie. I spoiled everything. Gee, I'm just cause I goofy part won't take her. They don't like to go to a dance without an escort. And it's too late for anybody to ask her so... Say, I know somebody who could take her to that dance. Who? Me. What? Well, it's a costume party. And in the costume, I'd look just like a high school boy. Are you kidding? Huh? Well, a fat high school boy. Oh, for corn say. Sure. By George, I'll do it, Leroy. I'll get out of Hogan Brothers' costume department right now. For what? Yes, sir. Tonight, I'll be a high school kid again. I hope some pretty teacher takes me out in the cloakroom. See you later, Penrod. Boy, what a character. I'm gonna rent a costume. I'm going to the high school dance tonight. You? Well, yes, I'm taking my niece. Oh. I'd like to get something that would make me look romantic. Maybe I could go as Romeo. Sir, we don't have Romeo costume size 48. Oh. Well, do you have any poet costumes? Not in your size. I'm afraid I have just one costume left that will fit you. What's that? A lion. Did you say a lion? Yes. It was used in the senior class production of The Wizard of Oz, the cowardly lion. Fatty Milligan played the part. That's ridiculous. How can I dance in a lion's skin? Well, just hold your partner with one arm and your tail with the other. My tail? Now look here. And I can't help you. That's all we have. Well, got to have a costume. Yes, I'll have to take it. Very well. Just a moment. A lion. And a cowardly one at that. Well, I got to do it for Marjorie. Yeah, you are, sir. You can use that dressing room right there. Thanks. Not much room in here. Must have been a broom closet. Better take my coat off first. Well, let's see this thing. I guess I am zippered here in the back. Certainly feels heavy. I'd hate to be a lion and have to wear one of these all the time. No wonder they look so sleepy. Climb into it, I guess. Oop, wrong way. Tail's supposed to be in the back. Yes, I'm in, all right. Well, if I can just reach that zipper in the back. Dark in here. Mothballs. If I can just pull this mouth open. Big teeth. There. Now I can see, anyway. What's that? That's me in the mirror. I look pretty good. Might as well leave it on almost time for the dance, anyway. Yep, I make a pretty fierce looking lion, all right. Gildlessly king of the beast. I think I'll go out and join the lion's club. I'm in this car and a lion's skin. Kind of hard to steer with these paws. Uh-oh, there's a policeman standing there in the corner. He's the one that gave me a ticket last month. I'll have some fun with him. Hey, officer! He even dropped his billy club. That'll teach him. I think I'll drop him to the drug store and scare Pee-Vee. Slammed the door on my tail. Didn't even feel it. Oh, it's a really scared Pee-Vee. There he is behind the candy counter. Oh, Mr. Gildlessly? So I got it. What are you intending to do, Mr. Gildlessly? Join the circus? No, Pee-Vee. I'm taking Marjorie to the school dance tonight. How's that? Well, she didn't have a date, so I'm sort of substituting. In this outfit, I'll look just like a high school boy. Well, I wouldn't say that. All right, Pee-Vee. Say, maybe I'd better call Marjorie and tell her to be already, huh? Well, there's the phone booth. Help yourself. Yeah. Guess I can dial with one of my claws. Why do they make these boots so small? It'd be hard to get in with this lion's outfit on. Maybe I can squeeze in. The fur is slippery. Sure tight. And I'll make it this time. What's the trouble, Mr. Gildlessly? What's it look like? Pee-Vee, I'm stuck in this thing. What am I going to do? Looks like you have to go to that dance as a phone booth. Yeah, good evening, Pee-Vee. Good evening, Judge. Well, what's going on here? There's a lion stuck in my phone booth. What? It's Mr. Gildlessly. Oh. Well, I was going to use the phone, but it looks like the lion is busy. Because they didn't have any tigers. Just stop asking foolish questions, hooker, and get me out of here. All right. I know. Let's pull him out with a tail, Pee-Vee. All right. Pee-God, watch it, fellas. This tail doesn't belong to me. That'll hold, Pee-Vee. Now, one, two, three, pull. Goodness, this tail came off. You fellas are certainly a big help. I'll get out of here myself. You forgot your tail. Oh, wear it yourself, you old goat. A costume, too. This is my costume. I'm going to escort you to the dance. Oh, that's awfully sweet of you, Wonky, for taking me to the dance. Huh? Uh-huh. He phoned me and we've made up. Isn't that wonderful? Yes. Oh, certainly glad, my dear. Getting awfully hot in this lion's skin. I think I'll unzip it. You're unzippers stuck. Guess I bent it in that foolin' booth. Marjorie, maybe you can unzip it. All right, Onky. It is stuck. All right. Oh, there's Rodney. Excuse me. But Marjorie. Gawfully handsome in your costume, Rodney. And you look beautiful, Marjorie. Thank you. Marjorie, will you please unzip me? It's hot in here. How did I ever misunderstand you? How did I ever let you? How did I ever get into this? Marjorie, I'm suffocating. Take my hand, Elizabeth Browning. All right, Robert Browning. Good night, Onky. Marjorie, you come back here. Come, my fair one. Vision bright. Oh, what a happy, happy night. That's what he thinks. Oh, my goodness. See, is that you, Onky? Yes, Leroy. Oh, why, I know for core sake. Listen carefully, Leroy. I'm going to try to get out of this thing. See if you can unzip me. Okay. 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