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You said that before. I say it again. Judge, put up or shut up. I'll make you conservative bed at $1,000 a mile of being elected. I'll bet you $5,000 that he wins with a plurality of over $800. I'll bet you $1,000,000 he doesn't. I'll bet you $5,000,000 he doesn't. I'll bet you $10,000,000 he doesn't. Well, now you're just talking like a fool. All right, is it a bet? Yeah, it's a bet. $10,000,000 he doesn't. Look, Judge, if you want a bet, let's bet. $0.50? I never bet money on elections. You're afraid. It's against my principles. I'll bet it up the middle of Market Street with my nose. My friend, you've got a bet. Uh, make it State Street. Market Street's got cobblestones. Ain't nothing wrong, isn't it, Miss Killsie? Wrong? No, why? I just knocked off early because there's nothing being accomplished down in my office. Nothing but a lot of political discussion, and I'm sick of it. Sure is a lot of that. I had it out with the milk man, the ice man, the garbage man. The man had just got lost. How's the morning? Well, my dear? You didn't get fired again. Certainly not. Why do you ask? Well, you're home so early. Lee Roy isn't even home yet. I came home because I thought I'd take the afternoon off if nobody minds. Besides, with this darn election, I can't seem to keep my mind on my work anyway. What's for dinner, Bertie? Well, dinner ain't for several hours yet. I know, I merely asked. Well, sir, I thought we might have a little lamb this evening. We had a little lamb last night, Bertie. Yes, but this is a return engagement. Yes, sir. I hope you don't mind. No, lamb is good. I merely mentioned it. Hi. Hi, Lee Roy. Lee Roy, aren't you home? Fire! Let me make it clear to everybody once and for all, I did not get fired today or any other time. Is that clear? Yes, sir. The only time I got fired, I resigned. Mr. Gelsie, who are you going to go for? Bertie, I'm casting my ballot for Cyrus Peter Williger. After he fired you out of the water department? A good citizen, my dear, puts his choice of a public office above personal considerations. Besides, to Williger is also the man who gave me my job back. Let's not be forgetting that. Yeah, uncle's right. You've got to figure all the angles. He's working for To Williger now, so he's got to vote the way he's told. That has nothing whatever to do with it. Are you kidding? I am beholden to no man, Lee Roy. I arrived at this decision as the result of mature consideration and unbiased judgment. Well, I did. How is Judge Hooker voting? The judge is a big sorehead. He votes like a sorehead. Forgive and forget. That's my motto. Oh, Mr. Gelsie, you had not a vote for that man. Bertie's right. I'm surprised at you, Uncle Morse. Who are you to be surprised at me, young lady? I'll ask you to remember I'm your uncle. If anybody's going to be surprised around here, I'll be surprised. Well, I don't care. Francie's father says Mayor To Williger is no good. That's right. He's no good. And if you don't believe it, ask the ice man. Francie's father says Mayor To Williger is a disgrace to Summerfield. I don't care what Francie's father says. He says he wouldn't vote for To Williger if he was the last man on earth. I wouldn't vote for Francie's father. So there. God's can of man, have any peace around here? I come home early from the office because I can't stand all the politics. And what do I get? By George, I'm going out. Bertie, what time is it? Well, I thought if you didn't mind, Mr. Gelsie, I've got a meeting of my club tonight. Oh? We were going to sort of run over the candidates in the issue. Oh, my goodness. I thought if you didn't mind, we'd have dinner a little early. Around six o'clock. Six o'clock, five o'clock, four o'clock. Don't mind me. Maybe I'll be back and maybe I won't. Huh? Oh, hello, Floyd. Where are you tearing off to? Nowhere, Floyd. Just trying to get a little peace and quiet. Oh, come on in here. I'll give you a hot towel. Well, hot towel sounds good. You'll promise not to sell me any politics along with it. Don't worry. Here, let me have your coat. OK. There. I'm right up in the chair. Lay down, Commissioner. Thank you. This wouldn't be a bad place to spend the day. Well, suit yourself. You can start at the top of the price list and give you the works. Just a hot towel, Floyd. But keep it nonpartisan. That's me. I'm going to vote for Artie Welch, but I'll be quiet about it. Oh, the moonlight fair tonight along the water. Confounded, Floyd. Why Artie Welch? I thought you wanted to stay off that subject. Well, I do. But when I see a man planning to vote wrong, uh, Artie, a customer of yours? Nope. Gets his hair cut over on State Street. And I should think you'd vote for T'williger. Why don't you? T'williger don't tip. T'williger. Floyd, that's no way to analyze public issues. Issues. That's something else again. When it comes to foreign policy, I'm a regular H.V. Cottonborn. Well, I'll get that on the radio. I don't see how you figure that a man like Welch is qualified to be mayor of this town. T'williger is a real administrator. Mr. Gilda Sleave, if I was T'williger's water commissioner, I'd say the same. That has nothing to do with it. Welch just doesn't measure up. That's all. How do you decide on a candidate anyway, Floyd? Just flip a coin? Now, Mr. Gilda Sleave, I'm a pretty conscientious citizen. I got my own system of picking candidates, and it's a pretty good one. Yeah, what is it? Well, it involves the wife, Mr. Gilda Sleave. Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of. That's fine. Good idea for a man and his wife to talk these things over. I guess you never met Mrs. Munson, did you? No, I never did. Why? Well, I don't like to knock her. She's okay as women go. I never had any regrets, particularly. Of course, once in a while, she might pass a remark that's a little uncalled for, but then I'm no angel. She knows that, too. What's all this got to do with voting? Well, I'm coming to that. Like I say, the babe is okay most ways, keeps the house clean, she don't throw money around, and she's a fair cook, if you like everything fried. But on politics, brother, they never should have give her the ballot. Then why do you consult with her about your vote? I don't. I just ask her how she's going to vote, and I vote the opposite. Floyd, you're a political ignorant. I ain't dumb enough to vote for Tawilaga. Oh, let me out of here. I thought you wanted to hop in. Let me out of here. You gods, can I go any place without having politics shoved down my throat? Let me sit here. Let me sit here and get a little peace and quiet, will you? Certainly. Any trouble at home that's going through it? Well, not exactly, PB. I was driven out of my house by a political argument, if you must know. I'm looking for a place where people don't argue with me about who's going to beat whose brains out tomorrow. Well, you're very welcome here. Thank goodness for one man that doesn't give a hoot about politics. No, no, I wouldn't say that. I've got my opinions, Mr. Goddard. Yeah, well, just keep your opinions to yourself. Oh, I do. I believe in the secret ballot. Well, it's a great institution, the secret ballot, PB. Keystone of democracy. Uh, you voting for Tawilaga, PB? Tawilaga is an excellent man. You wouldn't vote for Welch, though, would you? He's an excellent man. Tawilaga is a fine administrator, though, PB. I like the fellows back of him, too. But who's back of Welch? Well, I hear he has some very fine people supporting him. Confounded, PB. Here you talk, I'm beginning to think you're for Welch. Well, I wouldn't say that. You're for Tawilaga. Well, I wouldn't say that either. There's only two people running for mayor. PB, who are you for? I'm for the secret ballot. How can we discuss this sensibly if you won't tell me who you're for? Well, no, I prefer to listen to arguments for both candidates, Mr. Gillespie. So does Mrs. PB. Well, there aren't any arguments for Welch, PB. People who vote for Welch are simply voting from blind prejudice. Tawilaga is a fine man. He has a fine record. He's been a public servant for 20 years. I'm very happy to endorse him, personally. Well, coming from a water commissioner, that's no argument either. I resent that. Tawilaga has at no time attempted to influence my vote. What honesty. Well, that's an argument in itself. You think so? Well, here, Judge Hucker. A political spy. What are you doing in here, you old goat? What are you doing, trying to get PB to vote for your friend Tawilaga? We were discussing the situation pro and con. Well, PB, I'll give you the lowdown. Mr. Gildersley made a bet with me. If Tawilaga loses, Gildy's got to push a peanut up State Street with his nose. Well, that's something I'd like to see. Maybe I'll vote for Mr. Welch. Oh! What are you doing on scrupulous campaigners? Don't forget, Gildy, all's fair in love and politics. Nobody joked. Oh, Drotmore, you fool. What you doing, Eve? Oh, nothing really. I just got home and I built a fire and I was going to make some tea and just relax. Would you come in? Well, if you insist. A crackling fire. Do you want to sit there? I know. Let's pull the sofa over, huh? Let's pull it up in front of the fire so we can... That's not a sofa, Drotmore. It's a love seat. Who am I to argue? I'll do that, Eve. Let me... Oh, you can't handle it all alone. No, you watch me. Nothing but a little... Nothing but a little love seat. You're wonderful. Now you sit down and enjoy the fire while I go and... Eve. I'll be right back. I'm just going to make the tea. Oh, forget the tea. Well, if you don't want it. That's the girl. Sit down. Nice here, isn't it? Nice. Now, Drotmorton, I'm going to have to keep reminding you we're not engaged anymore. Well, no harm in holding a girl's hand is there. Just a friendly gesture. It doesn't mean anything. Doesn't it? Not a thing. Very well, then. We agreed, you remember, that all that was over and done with. Over and done with. Seriously, Eve, you don't know what it means to me to be able to come here this afternoon and spend a few quiet moments with you. Far from the madding crowd, far from strife and strain, a man needs that. I know. A man needs a place he can come to. A refuge. So nice and quiet here. So warm. So friendly. And you're so understanding. Now, Drotmorton. All right, we'll just hold hands. Maybe later, though, huh? A little kiss if I'm good. We'll see. You know what I like to do? I like to sit here in the afternoon with the radio on and listen to good music. Only there's so little good music on the radio these days. Nothing but politics. Yeah, that's all you hear any place. By the way, Drotmorton, I haven't asked you, how are you voting? Ha, ha, ha, ha. Now, Eve, I didn't come here to talk politics. But how are you voting? I'd like to know. Well, I'm voting for Tuwilliger for mayor, Aptette for Congress, Lynch. Sir, look, Tuwilliger, you're voting for Tuwilliger. Well, I... Let go of my hand, Drotmorton. Oh, but Eve. Let go. I don't mean so much to Eve. I'll vote for Wells. Only don't spoil everything. I will not hold hands with a man whose political principles mean no more to him than that. Let go. Oh, nuts. There goes the whole darn afternoon. God's, I wish this election were over. The Great Gelder Slave will be with us again in just a few seconds. And speaking of seconds, everybody at your dinner table will pass their plates for seconds when you serve the new craft dinner. I mean the new craft dinner. Delicious macaroni and cheese. Very light with real, satisfying cheese flavor through and through it. It's a delight to folks who hanker for cheese these days. 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Now, in desperation, he goes to the phone and calls up Judge Hooker. Hello, Judge? Yeah, fine day for ducks. Look, Judge, I've been thinking. As long as the weather is so bad and you and I are going to vote on opposite sides anyway, why don't we make a deal? If you don't go to the polls, I won't go to the polls. In that way, we'll just cancel each other out. Yeah, how about it? Great. Now you're just getting wet for nothing. Okay, Judge, consider your vote canceled. Yeah. Goodbye. If I don't watch out, I'm going to be a genius. Why didn't I think of that before? Now I can go take a nap with a clear conscience. You mean you're not going to vote? You're not going to vote at all? Well, I don't need to, my dear. It may be better than voting for Tuwilliger at that. The judge and I see just opposite on everything. So by staying away from the polls, we merely cancel out each other's vote. What if everybody in the country were as lazy as that? Laziness has nothing to do with it. Plain common sense. You see what the weather's like? Man could catch cold out there. It's our duty in these times to... Our duty in these times to guard our health. Besides, I'm down to my last aid ticket. Excuse me if I go out the front way, Mr. Gilseed. There's a lake around the back, too. Oh, where you going, Bertie? Going out to vote. I told you, Bertie. If you wait a little while, it'll clear up. I've waited all I can wait. I'm going to get out of there before it run out of ballots. You don't have to worry about that, Bertie. They got ballots enough for everybody. I don't care if I was to wait. Maybe I'd get took with appendicitis or something, but I couldn't vote. But if you go out, you'll get wet. Oh, little water never hurt nobody. Got my umbrella, got my blushes, and I got my sample ballot. Well, gosh, Bertie, I'd be glad to drive you down there, but I'm down to my last gas ticket. What's in the tank has got a last middle and new ones come due. Oh, that'll be all right, Mr. Gilseed. I don't mind. Tell you what, Bertie, why don't you and Lily B. do what Judge Hooker and I are doing? Just cancel out each other's vote. No, Mr. Gilseed, you can't talk me out of it. My mind's made up. I got my candidates and got me issues straight for once, and I'm ready. I got a vote while the spirit's on me. Yes, sir, I'm exercising my franchise. Hallelujah! Yes, she's a fine woman. Fine woman. Well, what are your children staring at? Let her driven her down there. Only I haven't got any gas. None to speak of. Don't you see, if the judge doesn't vote and I don't vote, it comes out even. Just the same, doesn't it? Marge, we go upstairs and write a letter or something, will you? You make me nervous. I'm going. Don't worry. Only wish I were 21. That's all. Well, Leroy? I didn't say anything. I know. It's not like you. Go play in the cellar or something, will you? I'd like to be alone. Can I use your saw? Anything. Only don't stand around there watching me. Okay, I got an idea for a super machine gun. Don't saw any nails. Yes, yes. What a day. Rain, rain, rain. Would have been a decent day. Would have been different. I'd be glad to vote. A day like this, a man could catch cold. Little Leroy. It's the last time he uses my saw. The front door. Yes, come in quickly. I just wanted to see you. Hurry up, it's wet. Oh, those are my pants. All cleaned and pressed. I cover with newspaper so it doesn't get wet. Oh, all right. Thank you. How much is that? It's 75 cents. See if I got it here. Quite a day, isn't it? Oh, it's a fine day. Huh? Well, little rain, but who cares? You know something? Today I'm an American. Oh, you mean you're a citizen? Oh, I got my citizen papers eight months ago. But today for the first time I vote. Oh. It's a great thing, you know, to vote. Yeah, I guess it is. Sure. In the country I come from, nobody votes. There a man doesn't even open his mouth. And why? He's afraid. Here nobody is afraid. He votes, so I vote. Well, that's fine. Sure. Six o'clock this morning I vote. Maybe it rains a little. What do I care? They open the polls. I'm the first man in. The first man in summer feel to vote. That's me, Morgan. Then what did you say your name was? Well, my real name, it's a little difficult. A megunin. Who can say that? So I choose a nice American name, Morgan. What was wrong with Rockefeller? Rockefeller. That's a little hard for some people to say too. What's the difference? My friends call me Leo, so that's how I vote. Leo Morgan. You know, I'm so excited. I walk in there and I say, good morning. I've come to vote. So they say, just a minute, what is your name? Look, I was a foreigner or something. So I say, Leo Morgan, I'm a citizen. So then they look in a big book and I'm getting worried. Maybe they forgot me. Maybe I didn't do something I should. Oh, I'm so worried. And then what do you think? I'm in the book. Great. Yeah, me, Morgan. Me, Morgan, I'm in the book. So I sign my name. I did, I did, I did. And the gentleman, he gives me a big ballot all my own and it takes me to a little, like a little room. A booth. That's right. A booth. Over myself. Nobody else. It's fine. The gentleman says to me, take your time. I say, thank you very much. And he pulls the curtains. I won't be bothered. Such privacy. I'm not used to it. At home we used to sleep far in a room. So I'm all alone in there. I did, I did, I did. I take my time and I look over my ballot and I vote. Maybe I didn't vote right, but I voted. And whoever gets elected, that's my president. Well, Morgan, by George, you're all right. Sure, I'm all right. And I'll tell you another thing. This country is all right. Hey, uncle. Oh, Leroy, come here, my boy. You know Mr. Morgan here. Oh, hi. Your boy? He's my nephew. Fine boy. You'll be voting to one of these days, huh? Yes, I suppose so. I got a son, Gregor, a little younger. He goes to school. Gregory, I know him. He's in the foray. A little punk. Yeah, a little punk. Yeah, I know him. That's my Gregory. Well, I should be leaving. I talk too much. Oh, not at all. In fact, I'm very glad you dropped in, Mr. Morgan. Oh, you get so excited to forget the buns. Here. Oh, thanks. Goodbye. Goodbye. What's the matter, Uncle? Nothing, Leroy. I wonder if you'd be good enough to run upstairs to my room and get my car keys. Sure. You going someplace, Uncle? Yes, Leroy. I'm going to vote. Can I go with you? I don't see why not. All right. Okay, what about him? Well, you made a deal, didn't you? Are you going to tell the judge you're voting? There's an old saying, Leroy. Invented by Judge Hooker. Quote, all's fair in love and politics. Unquote. Close up the barbershop and get in the car. I'll take you to the polls. I'm still voting for Roddy Welch, you know. I don't care if you're voting for McKinley. Come on and vote. Umbrella, PB, and get in. Oh, thank you, Mr. Kelly. By the way, I'm voting for... I don't care, PB. This is a nonpartisan patriotic bus service. Here we go. Here's my ballot, Mrs. Farquhar. Do I have to fold it? Yes, Mr. Geller, save right up to the dotted line. Oh, yes. Thank you. Well, I feel like a citizen. You know, Mrs. F., I pulled a fast one on Judge Hooker. He and I were going to vote opposite ways, so I made a deal with him that neither of us would vote. Oh, you shouldn't do that. No good citizen would. I know that, Mrs. Farquhar. But all's fair in love and politics. Besides, if I'm patriotic and the judge isn't, well, that's just too bad. Don't worry about the judge's patriotism. He voted at 9 o'clock this morning. Oh! Why, that double-crosser. He isn't patriotic. He's just a crook. Well, ladies and gentlemen, the returns aren't in yet. I may have to push a peanut up State Street with my nose. But at least I voted. You know what? At least I voted. You know, there are people in this world who haven't the chance to vote. 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