 The Kraft Foods Company presents Willard Waterman as The Great Gilder Sleeve. The Great Gilder Sleeve is brought to you each Wednesday by The Kraft Foods Company. Makers of the one and only Miracle Whip salad dressing. And one and only is right, friends, because there is no other salad dressing like Miracle Whip. No other salad dressing has that distinctive flavor, that lively, teasing flavor that's peppy yet not a bit too sharp. It's a flavor millions prefer. Enjoy it on your salads. Tomorrow, get a jar of the one and only Miracle Whip. Well, let's see what's doing at The Great Gilder Sleeve's house this morning. In the first place, there's an unmistakable note of happy anticipation in the air. Last week, the doctor said Marjorie and Bronco could expect the baby in a week. Well, it has been a week. Right, George, this is the day I can feel it. Gilder Sleeve, you'll be a grandfather before the sun sets. Yes, I wonder if it will be a son. Oh, will it be? Birdie feels it too. When? Oh, my goodness. Good morning, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. Good morning, Birdie. Hi, I'm pretty good, huh? Well, good and loudly, Roy. What are you trying to do? Frighten the stork away? Ain't nobody going to scare that bird. He's been hovering around this house too long. Birdie and I think today's the day, Aunt. Well, I think so too. Yes, and I'll have breakfast ready in a few minutes, Miss Gilder Sleeve. Yeah, fine, Birdie, fine. Aunt, I think I ought to be big about this and stay home from school today. You watch this, Learoy. I shouldn't think of going to school on the day my sister might go to the hospital. Yeah, there isn't much you can do here, my boy. You go to school. I wouldn't feel right about it. No, Learoy. With my sister in the hospital, I couldn't do justice to that arithmetic test they're giving today. You will try, Learoy. Force yourself. Oh, gosh. Well, here comes Bronco. Good morning, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. Good morning, Bronco. Hi, Learoy. Hi, Pop. Pop? Oh, oh, yeah. Pop. Marjorie coming down soon, is she, Bronco? Well, she thought she'd stay in bed a while this morning, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. Yeah. Oh, she's feeling fine, you understand. Happy as a lark. Well, good. But she thought she'd stay in bed a while. Yeah, I see. You know, Mr. Gilder Sleeve, I think I'll stick around the house this morning. Well, I thought I'd stay around home this morning, too. Just feel like it somehow. Heck, I feel like it, too, but is anybody sympathetic? Yeah, you'll get to stay home tomorrow, Learoy. It's George Washington's birthday. I want to stay home today on my nephew's birthday. No, let's not try to make a holiday out of this, Learoy. Gosh, you may become a holiday. My nephew may grow up to be president, too. Yeah. Why don't you let Learoy stay home today, Mr. Gilder Sleeve? Well... President Bronco Thompson, Jr. Well, you can stay home, Learoy. I can? Sure. What the heck? Let's make it a holiday for the little president. Hell, I had another game with checkers, Bronco. Thanks, Mr. Gilder Sleeve, but I can't seem to concentrate this morning. Well, here comes Bertie with Margie's empty tray. You, too, going to stay here the whole morning? Well, there's no hurry, Bertie. Did Margie do good breakfast, Bertie? I never saw her eat that. She's wondering why you two men don't go to work. Well, Learoy... Doesn't she think we'll be needed, Bertie? She said, how you gonna support a family if you don't go out and sell that real estate? Well, it's a holiday. No, it's a tomorrow. It's a holiday. Yeah, you're mixed up, Bronco. President Bronco Jr. hasn't been inaugurated yet. Yeah, I guess I will have to support him for a while. And there are a couple of deals I should be working on. Yeah, go ahead, Bronco. Are you going to the water department? Well, my situation is a little different, Bronco. I don't have to call on my customers. Anytime they want water, they just turn them the tap and it comes running. They're not gonna happen today, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. You and Mr. Bronco are too ready for it. Well, you can't be too sure, Bertie. Yes, sir, when you're too ready, nothing happens. Well, that could be, Bertie. Yes, sir, you're not gonna happen today because you're too ready. Man, maybe you're right, Bertie. The day the car won't start and you got a flat tire, the day's gonna happen, but the day you're too ready. Yeah, all right, Bertie. Yes, sir, you and Mr. Bronco might as well go to work because they ain't gonna happen today, you're too ready. Oh, Bertie. Mr. Gilder Sleeve, you know why they ain't gonna happen today? Yeah, Bertie. That's why they ain't gonna happen today because you're too ready. Well, go to work, Bronco, you're too ready. Yes, Leroy. Hey, where's Bronco? Yeah, he went out to see a prospect. Oh, nothing happening, huh? Not today. Everything's running too smoothly. Gosh, would it be terrible if I stay home from school all day and nothing happens? Yes, yes. I might have to stay home from school for days. Leroy, I doubt if your scheme is good for more than one day. Okay. I have the garage key, um... The garage key? I want to pump up my basketball. Yeah, all right. See, where are my keys? Maybe you lost them. Can't afford to do that. Key to the house, key to the office, key to the car, key to the car. What's the matter, Ron? Nothing, my boy. I can't find the keys. I can't start the car. Well, do you carry them? I go to any place, are you? Well, no. I don't think so. Here, they'll show up. They've got to. Don't get excited, Leroy. Who's excited? Everything's running smoothly. We won't need them. I do. I want to get the plug. We may have to go to the hospital. To blow up my basketball? Leroy, don't just stand there asking questions. Help me find my keys. Okay, good. Look, everyone, look high and low. Look up. Here, wait a minute. Here they are. Out of the cushion on the couch. Yeah? Yeah, I found them. I found them. Leroy, I found them. What a character. I never saw a guy get so excited about blowing up a basketball. Here are the keys, my boy. You'll find the tire pumping the back of the car. Thank you. Wait a minute. Leroy. Huh? Yeah, I think I'll go with you. You won't hurt to see if the car will start. You in case I want to go to downtown for a cigar. Leroy, it started. It started. Oh, hasn't it always? It was 1939? Well, you never can tell. Good. Everything's running smoothly. It's safe. In front of the car seems to be leading a lift. Yeah? Oops. The car is nearly flat. It must be a slow leak. Can't drive with that. Just get me! Oh. Hey, that birdie is yelling for you. Yeah, I know Leroy. What is it, birdie? Why about the motor? Oh, my goodness. Birdie, I thought you said it wouldn't be today. I don't know. But I've got a flat tire. I don't know. Quick, Leroy, the pump. Get away. Oh, Judge. Judge, am I glad to see you. You are? Thank you. Judge, you're just in time to take us to the hospital. Oh. My drift? Yes, Judge. This is it. Go start your motor. Oh, I'm sorry, guilty. I don't have my car. You don't? No, the battery's dead. I came over to ask for a push. Quick, Leroy, hand me the pump. You got it. Oh, yes, I've got it. What can I do to help, guilty? Stand back, Judge. I have to pump up this tire. Yee-dee-dee. Yee-dee-dee. Yee-dee-dee. Yee-dee-dee. Yee-dee-dee. Yee-dee-dee. Uncle, you're turning left! Yee-dee-dee. Yes, let me take it for a while, guilty. I can do it, Judge. Yee-dee-dee. But guilty, I want to do my bit. Yee-dee-dee. Yee-dee-dee. And I'm in good shape. Yee-dee-dee. I'm long-winded. Yee-dee-dee. Yee-dee-dee. I'll say you are. Take over, Judge. Oh, thank you. One-two. One-two. One-two. One-two. One-two. One-two. Holy cow! Look at him go! Where is that? Mr. Gale, please? Coming, Mertie! You watch it, Leroy. I'm backing out. Gale, get away! Here, what was that? The pump's still attached to the tire. Yee-dee-dee-dee. Yeah, good boy. Stand beside me, Leroy. I've got a dash to the hospital. Roger! 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Yeah, I guess I better raise the window and wave to the boy. He sees you, Gilder. Hey, what's going on? Leeroy, this is a quiet zone. You're right, Gildersleeve. We don't know yet. We're waiting. What? Yeah, I'm going to close the window quick. Leeroy is so cute. This is quite an occasion for little Leeroy. Well, it is for all of us. Who would of those bombs mean? Oh, Frogmorton, stop worrying. Dr. Macer is here. Well, good. I'll go back to Marjorie now and leave you two here in the father's room. By the way, where is the father? You're Bronco? I've been wondering about that, too. Verdi stayed home in case he follows. Oh, I hope he's here in time. How much time is there? Not very much. You're going to be a grandfather before you know it, Frogmorton. Just stay together. I'm thinking, Judge. I know how you look forward to this moment. After raising Marjorie from a little child, giving her in marriage, you are privileged to be present at life's greatest moment when the nurse appears and says those beautiful words. It's a boy or a girl, as the case may be. He'll be a wonderful judge. I wouldn't miss it for the world. There's one thing, though. What's that, Gilly? Even Bronco should be here. He should hear those words first. Yes, he should. Where could he be? He could be anywhere. I guess we had him convinced the baby wouldn't be here today. I wonder if I could find him. Well, may not be time, Gilly. If you leave, the baby may come while you're gone. I know. But Marjorie wants him here. And he wants to be here. This is a big moment in both their lives. You're right. You're absolutely right. He could be a long while yet. I might have time to find him and get back. Don't you think, Judge? What do you think, Gilly? Can I ask you what you thought? I don't know. Oh, for goodness sake. What are you going to do, Gilly? Well, I... Oh, why am I stalling? Bronco has to be here. Don't leave, Judge. Stay right in this room. Where are you going, Gilly? I've got to find that boy. Where are you going to look? I don't know. Gosh, I wish I'd stayed up on the tree. He may be missing something. Leroy, we have to find Bronco. He has to be at the hospital when the baby comes. What does he have to do, sign for it? Well, Leroy, it's the father's big moment. Why are we stopping out here in this field? Leroy, this isn't a field. This is subdivision. Yeah? Bronco is bringing a prospect out here today. And I don't see him. Let's go back to the hospital, huh? No, we have to find Bronco. Say, isn't the car leading to the left again? It always leads when you're in it. That's not what I mean. I think the tire's going flat again. Leroy, watch for a free air sign. This is getting embarrassing, aren't you? You what? I've made three times you stopped at that filling station for nothing but air. Well, Leroy, you don't have time to let them change the tire. You stopping at home? Yeah, for just a minute. Uh-oh, tire's going down again. The filling stations aren't close enough together. Leroy, man, the pump, I go talk to Bertie. Okay. Bertie! Yeah, Bertie! You probably just killed him. Yes, Bertie. Is Bronco a phone? No, it's an idea. Oh, my goodness, I better phone the hospital. I just talked to him. He isn't there? No, sir. No, how is everything? They say the spot's circling for a landing. Leroy, detach the pump. We have to find Bronco. Bronco wasn't at Floyd's Barbershop. I don't know where else to look. How about stopping and asking Mr. Petey, huh? There's a parking space. Yeah, it's a good idea, Leroy. You'd better see how the tire's holding up. Oop, it isn't. Leroy. I got the pump. Gosh, I don't know my human gas station. Leroy, I'm as tired pumping as you are. I'll be back in a minute. Just don't lose any ground. Hello, Mr. Yellowstay. What can I do for you? Phoebe, have you seen Bronco? Yes. You have? I saw him just the other day. He was on his way to the post office. Phoebe, he ought to be at the hospital. Why, is it, Jake? Oh, no. Phoebe, we just took Marjorie there. Oh, it's the baby. Yeah, and Bronco's out selling real estate somewhere, and I can't find him. You don't say. The father should be there. I don't want Bronco to miss the biggest moment of his life. Oh, my, no. I don't want to miss it myself. I'm practically the grandfather, Phoebe. My, my. This is exciting. It's too exciting. Yeah, I better call the hospital. Yeah, I'd better call Mrs. Phoebe. Here, do you have a nickel, Phoebe? Yes, thank you. But, Phoebe, I want to use the nickel. I'll give you one in a minute. Mrs. Phoebe has looked forward to this day. He's always been very fond of Marjorie. Phoebe, this is important. I know. I need the phone. Mrs. Phoebe? This is Mr. Phoebe. Marjorie went to the hospital this morning. Isn't that nice? Look, Phoebe. Well, Mr. Gillespieve didn't say. I'll ask him. Hold the phone here. Mr. Gillespieve, is it a boy or a girl? He doesn't hear yet, as far as I know. It isn't here yet. Try as you know. You know. What's that, Dan? Mr. Gillespieve didn't say. I'll ask him. Hold the phone. Mr. Gillespieve, why are they going to name the baby if it's a boy? Yeah, I don't know Phoebe. Do you know what they'll name it if it's a girl? No, Phoebe. He doesn't know. Phoebe, please get off the phone. Just a second, Mr. Gillespieve. How's that, dear? Yes, I'll keep you informed. Good bye. Oh, by the way, you haven't seen Bronco, have you? Your brother. The reason I ask is because I'm trying to help Mr. Gillespieve. Big help. Goodbye, dear. All right, Mr. Gillespieve, it's your turn, and here's your nickel. Thanks, Phoebe. You're very welcome. You better check with the judge to see if they look at it, Bronco. I'm a field hospital. Father's room, please. It's urgent. Naturally. I'll connect you. Yes. Thank you. You're on judge answer. Hello? Hello, Judge? No, this is Bronco. You well put the judge on. I wanted to see if Bronco is you, Bronco. Oh, it's you, Mr. Killer Sleeves. Bronco, I've been looking all over for you. I know, Mr. Killer Sleeves. I made it. Has anything happened yet? No, not yet, Mr. Killer Sleeves. But they say... Uh-oh. Miss Milford's calling me. Yes, he is. Bronco. Bronco! He's gone. Yeah, I'm going too. Going to the hospital, Mr. Gillespieve? You bet. It's a race between me and the Stork, and I'm going to win. No, no, I wouldn't care that. Yeah, I got to make it. I wonder if they have anything to do with it. Oops. Excuse me, madam. You're a nurse. Yeah, I'm wanted here in the father's room. Very kind of Bronco. You're a judge. Bronco. Mr. Killer Sleeves. Guess what? You are Bronco. You mean the baby's here? It's here, Mr. Killer Sleeves. It is? A boy? No, Mr. Killer Sleeves. It's a girl. A wonderful, lovely little girl. Isn't that marvelous, guilty? Yeah, fine. Little girls are nice. How's Marjorie? Ms. Milford says she's fine. Oh, Marjorie's the most wonderful girl in the world. You're in the maternity ward. Oh, shh. Little Marjorie's a mother. Yeah, how much is the baby weight, Bronco? Three pounds, 15 and three-quarter ounces. Just three pounds? And 15 and three-quarter ounces. She isn't a large girl, guilty, but she's perfect. Naturally. Well, she'll go. We'll feed her well. It all happened just before you came, guilty, not two minutes ago. Too bad you weren't here. Well... Mr. Killer Sleeves, you'll never know how much I appreciate you chasing around looking for me. But hadn't been for your message, I wouldn't have made it myself. Oh, I'm a happy father. Well, I'm a happy grandfather, too. But I'd give a million to heard them say, it's a girl. What'd you say, Building? Oh, nothing judge, nothing. Bronco? Yes, Miss Milford? Oh, hello, Dr. Morton. Hello, Katherine. I have news for both of you from Dr. Macer. News? It's a boy. A boy? But you said it was a girl. This one is a boy. This one? You mean there's another one? Congratulations. I'm the father of a twin. Yes, did you hear that? I'm the grandfather of twins. Oh, I'm so happy. Because it was a boy. Isn't it? The boy weighs four pounds, one and a half ounces. Two twins, two of them. I can't believe it. Yeah, I've got to tell Leroy. He's waiting out in the tree. Leroy! See you around later. Go home and tell Bertie. Through the glass. Perfect little babies. Yeah. Bronco, those are your children and the nurses. The nurses holding them up. Just for you. Hello. You have to keep them warm for a while. They're little tykes. You wonder which one is the boy? Well, that one has his mouth open. That must be the girl. Bronco, you're not looking. Yeah, but what? You were dramatic. You feel all right? Oh, yeah, but I... Bronco, look, leave, yeah? You can see Marjorie now. I can. You can? Well, come on, let's... Well, hurry up, Mr. Killersleeve. No, you go. I think I'll stay here. You go ahead, my boy. Where is she, Miss Milford? Which room? How is she? Is she all right? Yes, yes, she's fine. Right in here. Oh, thank you. Hello, mother. Hello, father. How are you? Oh, I'm so glad to see you. Thank you. Maybe you stay outside. I couldn't do anything. You were here? Sure. I knew you would be. We have twins, Bronco. I know. Two of you. Have you seen them? Sure. Oh, they're cute. The girl looks just like you. And the boy like you? I didn't notice. We didn't think of twins. What'll we name them? Name them. We'll talk about that later. You better sleep now. Did I do all right, Bronco? I'll say you did. The gilded sleeve will be right back. Friends, it's no small thing. I mean the salad dressing on a salad. When most folks agree, salad dressing makes the salad. So don't take chances with your salad success. Make your salads taste extra delicious. With the salad dressing, most folks agree tastes just exactly right. Miracle Whip. 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