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Well, I don't know. Oh, let me go. I've never seen a wedding. But this isn't going to be the wedding, my boy. They're just going to practice. I've never seen that either. I ought to go, Uncle. It'll be part of my education. Education? Sure. Every little bit helps. Well, the photographers from Look Magazine are going to be there getting ready to shoot pictures of the wedding. I suppose you should go. Oh, boy, keen, Uncle. Yeah. Let's go in and see how your little sister's getting along, huh? See you, Uncle. Well, thank you, Leroy. What's happened to the boy? That you, Miss Killslee? Yeah, I'm home, Bertie. Where's Marjorie? She's in the back bedroom. Land or lie, the way that girl's been working today. She's just been sailing around here. Well, she's excited, Bertie. Yes, sir. She's been zipping through the kitchen, out to the garage, zipping back in, zipping out again. What have you been doing, Bertie? I've been ducking. She don't want any help, Miss Killslee. She's getting ready for the honeymoon trip, and she wants to do it herself. Well, you know how brides are, Bertie. Yes, sir. You ought to see her, Uncle. She has aunt's old beaten-up slacks and one of your old sweatshirts. Her hair is hanging down on her eyes. Boy, Bronco should see her. He'd join the Navy. Oh, my boy. She even scared me. Is that you, Uncle Moore? Here she comes. Well, when did you get home, Uncle? Ah! Leroy. What's the matter with him? Nothing. Pay no attention to him, my dear. He was just making fun of your...oop! What an outfit. Well, I've been working, Anki. Can't expect me to wear an evening gown when I'm digging suitcases out of that dusty old garage. No, I guess not. I don't know why they had to build their garage way out in the back. Seems like I had to lug those suitcases a mile. Look at my shoes. Those are shoes? Yep. Well, it is quite a ways back to the garage. Gee, Bronco could only see her now. Oh, stop it. Society flesh. Marjorie Forrester, the blushing bride, was devastating and gorgeous prune-colored slacks decorated with mud. And wearing the new ankle-length sweatshirt, courtesy of the Uptown Bowling Alley. All right, Leroy, that will do. Anki! Oh, Uncle Mortif, that's Bronco, I'll die. Here. There he is, Marjorie, dead. Oh, I can't let him see me like this. What am I gonna do? Go stand in a corner. We'll tell him you're a mop. Leroy, you've had your fun. Now go outside. Go on, scat. Okay. And he was so polite before. Miss Marjorie, Mr. Bronco's here. Well, tell him I can't see him, Bertie. Don't you do anything of the kind, Bertie. You're being very childish about this, Marjorie. After all, Bronco isn't here to pick you up for a date. This is the man you're gonna marry. There's a difference. But, Uncle, Uncle, he's never seen me like this in these terrible old clothes. What do you think? Oh, my goodness. Marjorie Bronco was marrying you, not a three-piece ensemble from Hogan Brothers. If he loves you, he won't care if you're wearing a gunny sack. This awful sweatshirt from a bowling alley. There's nothing awful about it. I want a tournament in that sweatshirt. Oh, Arch, I'm here. All right, Bronco. She'll be there in a minute. Well, I suppose you're right, Anki. Clothes shouldn't make any difference. Of course not, my dear. In fact, here's a chance to prove to yourself that Bronco really loves you. Just go wash your little face, powder your nose, then come in just as you are. All right. Hope you're right, Anki. Sure, I'm right. Silly girl. Worrying about Bronco getting cold feet? He's so crazy about her, he doesn't know which way he's going. That boy is numb with love. Well, hello, Bronco. Hello, Mr. Gildersleeve. Say, I'm glad I caught you. Caught me? Yeah. I'm on a merry-go-round, Mr. Gildersleeve. Well, don't let it worry you, my boy. The groom is always a little dizzy before the wedding. Oh, no, it's not that. The fellow who is going to be my best man has gone out of town. Huh? Mr. Gildersleeve, do you suppose Judge Hooker would stand up for me? The judge? Why, he'd be tickled to death, Bronco. I'll go over to his house this afternoon and ask him. Oh, thanks, Mr. Gildersleeve. I'm kind of mixed up. I've watched other people get married, but gosh, this time it's me. Yeah, yeah. It's you all right. Mr. Gildersleeve, you may not believe this, but my heart just stops beating every time I think about Marjorie and how beautiful she is. Well, how beautiful? Now wait. I feel like I'm marrying an angel with stars in her hair in a gossamer gown of purest gold, Zeke. Hello, Bronco, darling. Oh, hello, Marge. I mean Marge. Don't I look dreadful, Bronco? Well, no. I mean, you look fine. Wonderful. What happened? Well, Bronco, Marjorie's been working, getting the little suitcases ready for your honeymoon trip. Isn't that a cute little sweatshirt? Yeah, I'm sorry, Bronco. I shouldn't have let you see me like this just before the wedding rehearsal, too. Oh, that's all right, Marge. You look just like you always do. No. Watch it, Bronco. I mean, you always look good to me. Do I, Bronco? The boy's a genius. He slipped out of that one. Well, I have to hurry and get dressed. The rehearsal starts at 8 o'clock, and we have to be at the church at 7.30, Bronco. Oh, gosh, that reminds me, Mr. Gildersleeve. I forgot what I came for. I'm on a merry-go-round. Well, stay on it, my boy. Maybe you'll catch a ring. Yeah, thanks. Oh, Mr. Gildersleeve, I came to ask if I could borrow your car. My back tire blew out, and I've got to be at the railroad station Yeah, to pick up Hazel. Hazel? Who's Hazel? Hazel McCoy. She's a girl I used to know, kind of a friend of the family. She's coming clear from Miami Beach for the wedding. Isn't that swell? Yes, that's very nice. Yeah, certainly. Good to have old friends at the wedding. Yes, sir. Here are the keys to the Studebaker, my boy. It's back in the garage. Oh, thanks, Mr. Gildersleeve. I'll see you later, Marge. You'll have to choke it. Gee, that's funny. Never told me about a girl named Hazel. He probably forgot, my dear. He's on a merry-go-round. But why didn't he tell me about her? Oh, Marge, well, you can't expect him to tell you about all the girls he ever knew. A man forgets. I know lots of girls that I can't remember. I wouldn't mind so much if he hadn't seen me in this awful outfit. Uncle Mord, what do you suppose this Hazel McCoy looks like? Well, she's probably as plain as an old shoe, my dear. He said she was a family friend, probably a book collector like Mr. Thompson. I wonder if she's a blonde. No. Well, why was he in such a hurry to pick her up? Well, he didn't want to miss the train. Now, Marge, we don't start getting any silly ideas. I guess you're right, Anki. I am being silly. Sure, Bronco's safe. You never have to worry about that boy. Now, you run up and get ready for the rehearsal while I go over and see Judge Hooker. Why Judge Hooker? For the wedding, my dear. He's going to be the best man. Oh, that's wonderful. Yeah, what a combination. A Bronco and an old goat. Hey, I simply don't know what to say. Don't say anything, Judge. Just be there. Of course, you may have to hold Bronco up during the ceremony. Well, I'll take care of him, Gildy. I'll bring along my acidity bag. It has great restorative powers for such occasions. Yes, yes. Well, the rehearsal is at eight o'clock tonight, Judge, over at the church. You can count on me, Gildy. I've never been so deeply touched what finer gesture of friendship than to be invited to stand at the side of one about to catapult himself into the tossing seas of matrimony. Judge, this is a wedding, not a shipwreck. It's a great moment in a young man's life, Gildy. I should be proud to be standing on the deck when they launch their little ship upon the sea of life. Oh, my goodness. How's Marjorie standing up under the approach of the great day, Gildy? Well, she's a little upset at the moment, Judge. Very cute, though. She's worried about Bronco and another girl. A little jealous, I think. Oh, a green-eyed monster. Yeah. Bronco barred my car to go to the depot. Oh, he's picking up an old girlfriend who came out for the wedding. An old girlfriend? Friend of the family, Judge. Well, what's the difference, Gildy? Every girl is a friend of somebody's family. Now, both you started on this horse. Well, I'm sure a pretty girl like Marjorie has nothing to worry about. That's what I tell her, Judge. But when Bronco came over this afternoon, Marjorie had been working and she looked like, well, she wasn't dressed up. And you know how girls are, Judge. Oh, indeed. Yeah. Of course, I kept telling her that this friend of Bronco's was probably the plainest creature imaginable. No competition whatsoever. Why, certainly. Now, if she looked like this, look at this evening's paper, Gildy. What's this? See the picture of the girl on the front page, the one in the bathing suit? Well, nice. Now, Bronco's old girlfriend looked like that. Marjorie might have reason to be concerned. Yeah. She, what a blonde, fire hazard. Oh, I don't have my glasses, Gildy. Who is the young lady? Oh, probably some movie starlet. See what it says here. Miss Everglades of 1946 arrives today to be guest of Broadmoor residence. Miss Hazel McCoy. Oh, what's the matter, Gildy? Out of the way, Judge. You've got to get home and snag the evening paper before Marjorie sees it. I don't understand. Do you know this blonde bombshell? I don't know the bomb, Judge, but I'm going to what's falling right on our little house. The Great Gilder Sleeve will be right back. 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There's the car back in the garage. Hey, what's going on around here today? Everybody's on a merry-go-round. Never mind, my boy. Everything's going to be all right. You run along now. I'm going back and lock up the garage. Getting too old for that kind of running. Silly, too. Getting upset about Bronco and that girl. Just a family friend, like he said. Well, it's all part of the excitement that goes through the wedding. Bronco and Marjorie are probably in the parlor right now, billing and cooing. Bronco working up an appetite for dinner. I lock up the old garage and go in and relax. There. Oh, brother, what an afternoon. That's right, Bertie. Where's Bronco? That's what Miss Marjorie would like to know. Sure. What? Isn't he here? No, sir. You better go in and see Miss Marjorie. She's on the wall path. But Bertie, the car's in the garage. Maybe the car's in the garage, but you better go see Miss Marjorie. There's a girl that just seen the evening paper. Oh, but Bertie, Bronco has to be here. Maybe he has to be here, but he ain't here. Nothing here but the evening paper. What? You seen the evening paper, Mr. Kilsman? Yes, Bertie, but that... Oh, Miss Marjorie, ready to get married, and here comes the evening paper. I know, Bertie, but... Oh, Miss Marjorie! Good sake. I know sooner to get off the merry-go-round than I'm right back on it again. Uncle Marjorie! You're coming, my dear. Did you see the paper, Uncle Marjorie? Yes, Marjorie, and there's nothing to get excited about. The car's in the garage. Bronco's here. No, he isn't. He's out somewhere with that blonde. Miss Everglades of 1946! Lost in a swamp. But he can't be, my dear. The car's here. He probably just walked down to the service station to pick up his car. You think so, Anki? Certainly. Here, dry your tears, my dear. If you're going to marry Bronco, you've got to learn to trust him. That's the most important part of a marriage. All right, Anki. Yeah. A man and his wife have to believe in each other, Marjorie. Faith and trust are just as important as love. I know, Anki, but...but... But what? Where's Bronco? Oh, my goodness. Lee Roy, don't jump up behind me like that. What's wrong? We got nerves in this house. I thought you was Mr. Bronco. Oh, for corn's sake. Hasn't he showed up yet? No, he ain't. Miss Marjorie pacing up and down, looking out the windows. Mr. Gilsley pacing up and down. It's going to be time to go to the church for the wedding rehearsal, and no, Mr. Bronco. Oh, he'll come back when it's dinner time. Poom! No, that's Rumson Bullard with his alligator briefcase. It's almost six o'clock, Anki. Where's Bronco? Marjorie, he'll come back. Birdie's starting dinner. He's bound to be here. On the night of our wedding rehearsal, he leaves me. Marjorie, please stop wailing. He probably had to wait for his tire to be fixed. He's only been gone a couple of hours. Matt Blonde from the Everglades. Why didn't she stay there? Now, my dear, that girl means nothing to Bronco. How could he be interested in her? Anki, look at the picture. Zeke. I mean, why should he? I mean, he wouldn't. I'm not even going to think about it. That's the girl. If he comes back, he'll come back. If he doesn't, he doesn't. That's the spirit, my dear. But Anki... Yeah? Where's Bronco? Leroy. He must be somewhere, Anki. Yeah, he's got to be somewhere. I call the gas station. I call the gas station. He's not there. Well, too bad. Guess he flew the coop. Any word for Mr. Bronco, Miss Marjorie? Not yet, Bertie. He's gone. Leroy, stop saying he's gone. How do you know he's gone? Well, he isn't here. If he isn't here, he's gone. Oh! I thought a household darn Bronco, anyway. Where is that boy? See, maybe he took Everglades. I mean, Hazel, back to Broadmoor. It was family. Sure. What do you think, so, Anki? Certainly. Give me the telephone. I'll call Dear Mother Thompson. No, Mrs. Bullard on the line. They could go on all night. Holy cow! What's everybody so excited about? Leroy, go sit on the front porch. You wait here, Marjorie. I'll run down to Peavey's drugstore and use the payphone. I don't think he's at home. No, Marjorie. Oh, Anki. Don't tell me I know. Where's Bronco? Magazine tells me they're going to run a lot of pictures of Marjorie's wedding next week. Yeah, that's right, Peavey. Would you like to have me save some copies for you? About 20, Peavey. But right now, I just want to use your telephone. We have a little problem at our house. Give me a couple of nickels, please. Two nickels, Mr. Gildersley. I gave you a dime, Peavey. No harm in asking. Now, if I can just get into this darn... Careful as you can getting in, Mr. Gildersley. The booth is right next to the perfume counter. All right, Peavey. The large man got in there the other day and sneezed. What of it? Broke $2 worth of toilet water. All right, Peavey. I didn't get in here to sneeze. I've got to make a very important phone call. Now go right ahead. Operator, get me Broadmoor 2242. Everything all right at home, I hope? I don't know, Peavey. Bronco's disappeared. You don't say. Yeah, he went down to the depot to pick up an old girlfriend that miss Everglades on the front page of the newspaper. Oh. It's not that at all, Peavey. A young man like Bronco would look twice at a girl dressed like she was. Well, I wouldn't say that. Oh, for goodness' sake. Did you get your party, Mr. Gildersley? No, they probably left for the church. All right, it's too bad. Are you getting out of the phone booth now, Mr. Gildersley? Peavey, quit worrying about your toilet water. I'm not going to sneeze. Darn operator didn't give me my nickel bag. Well, sometimes the nickel drops down and people don't hear it. It does? No, I find quite a few nickels that way. Peavey, I can't see in this coin slot. Dusty. Your sunshine. Break anything, Peavey? No, I was holding onto the bottle. Well, I have to go home and tell Marjorie I couldn't find him. I wish I could help you, Mr. Gildersley. Thank you, Peavey. I can't understand this. Why the boy should drop suddenly out of sight this way? Peavey, if you went down to the depot to pick up a girl like Hazel, a friend of the family, where would you go? Well... Well? No use, Mr. Gildersley. Mrs. Peavey doesn't have any friends like that. All right, Peavey. Good night. No use, Uncle Mort. I'm going to call off the wedding rehearsal. Now, don't do anything hasty, my dear. It's only 7.30. I'm going to call off the wedding too. Marjorie? You can't call off now. I already took my bath. Go out in the kitchen with Birdie. I was out there. She told me to come in here with you. Yes. I'll never get married. I'll never trust another man as long as I live. Marjorie, be fair. Something must have happened to the boy. I know what happened. He got cold feet. Lee Roy, go out and sit in the front porch. I've been sitting on the front porch. Well, go sit there some more. Oh, for corn sake. Oh, Uncle, it all started when I walked into... walked into this room and Bronco saw me in those terrible clothes. Oh, no. And then he went down to the depot and saw that... Marjorie, Bronco wouldn't leave you? Well, where is he? I wish I knew. All I know, my dear, is that Bronco loves you. He wouldn't push you aside for a bathing suit? A doll face? Then where is he? Marjorie, if you say that once more. Excuse me, Miss Marjorie. Any word from Mr. Bronco? Not a word, Birdie. Oh, Miss Marjorie. Oh, my goodness. This is the end, Uncle Mort. I don't care what you or anybody else says. I'm never going to speak to Bronco again. I'm never going to see him again. Now, Marjorie. I'm going to pack up and leave. I'll go to Washington and be a census taker. Good. Now, just a minute. Now, don't try and talk me out of anything. I'm through. Shut up, everybody. Great Scott, what's that? Mr. Gilner's leave, I'm here. Bronco, Marjorie, it's Bronco. He's here. Marge. Oh, Marge. Bronco Thompson, what happened to you? For goodness sake, look at your clothes, boy. You look like you'd fallen into a thrashing machine. I had to crawl out a window. Take it easy, Marjorie. Bronco Thompson, where is that blonde? Blonde? Oh, Hazel. Oh, she and her husband and the two children went to a hotel. Two children? You see, I was right all the time. But Bronco, where have you been? Where have I been? I brought your uncle's car back and drove it in and I was sitting there for a second thinking and somebody locked the garage. Garage? The garage all this time. Yeah, I yelled and yelled but it's way back there. Nobody heard me. Oh, Bronco, you poor darling. Yeah, yeah. I've already put the dinner on. Bronco's back. Get ready for the wedding, folks. Start up the merry-go-round again. Leroy. Be with us again very shortly. Simply amazing. That's what women are saying about the neat package marked Kraft Deluxe Slices. 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