 The Kraft Foods Company presents Harold Perry as the Great Gilder Sleeve. The Great Gilder Sleeve is brought to you by the Kraft Foods Company, makers of Parquet Margarine. Every day, millions of women all over America serve Parquet Margarine because it tastes so good. To market, to market, to get some parquet. Home again, home again, try it today. You'll like it, you'll love it, like millions who say their flavor at Margarine. T-A-R-K-A-Y Parquet Margarine made by Kraft. Well, it's early morning in Summerfield and the little town has stirred itself awake, ready to greet another day. And what is the Great Gilder Sleeve doing? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. What's that? What? Oh, alarm. Oh, shut up. Ugh. Ugh. Up, I guess. Looks like a beautiful day outside. Too nice to go to work. Ugh. Little Robin out there. He wants to say hello. Yeah. Hello, little Robin. I wish I were you. But now I wouldn't have to go to the office. You could just spend the whole day looking for big fat worms. It'd be nice to just loaf around the house all day. You know, no use wishing. Only time I get to stay home from work is when I'm sick. So what's the use of it? Hey, I could call up and tell the mayor I'm sick. Uh, that wouldn't be telling the truth. Huh? Do have a little headache. Could lead to a cold. Cold could lead to pneumonia. Maybe I'd better stay home, wouldn't want to catch pneumonia. Ugh, you're a sly Gilder Sleeve. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. No, Bertie. Well, I hope he hurries up. I'm all ready to start his day. Go ahead and cook him, Bertie. I'll eat him. I know you would, Leroy, but you've had enough. Well, I would have asked for that. Good morning, children. Hi, uncle. Well, for heaven's sake. What are you wearing your bathrobe for? Well... Aren't you going to the office? No. I'm not going to work today. I'm going to stay home and loaf. I mean, rest. Rest? What for? Well, your old uncle doesn't feel very well today, children. You don't know. I'm sorry. Nothing serious. Just feel the cold coming on. Just thought I... Just thought I wouldn't take any chances. Oh. You really feel sick, huh? Yes, I do, my boy. Then can I eat your eggs? No. That is, maybe I should force myself to eat them. Must keep my strength up, you know. Oh. Anki, hadn't you better call the mayor and tell him you're sick? Well, I'll have Bertie call him after a while. Guess I'll have a little breakfast now. Bertie! Mr. Gillslee, I'll start your... Yes, Bertie, I'm not going to the office today. You see, I don't feel very well. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Gillslee. It's just a little cold. Well, you stay right here at home and Bertie will take care of you. Yeah, thank you. Guess I'll have my eggs now. Mr. Gillslee, you can't have no eggs. Huh? Not with a cold. That Bertie's not going to let you have any breakfast at all. What? You can have just a little grapefruit juice, and that's all. But Bertie! You know what they say? It's starve a cold and feed a fever. Bertie, isn't that the other way around? Feed a cold and... No, sir, that's old fashioned. I just read the other day you starve a cold and feed a fever. But Bertie! I don't care what they used to say, nowadays you feed a cold, you starve it to death. Yeah. Bertie, I... That's right. All you get is grapefruit juice, cause you starve a cold and you feed a fever. Why didn't I say I had a fever? This is a life, all right. Staying home, just sitting here in my den, taking it easy. Let's see what's in the paper. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Cotton. Hey, Al, can I have the comics? Leroy, what are you doing here? You're going to be late for school. Are you kidding? I don't have any school today. No school? Why not? They're rehearsing for the graduation exercises. Oh, dear. Sure. I can keep you a couple of year all day. That's what you think. You go on outside and play, Leroy. Can I read the comics first? No, you can't. Go on now. Go play with Craig or something. Oh, for corn shape. That kid. Guess I'll read the comics myself. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Larva nanny got away from Axel again. What the? The makers of Aunt Nelly's Buckwheat cake flower, the wheat cakes that buck you up, presents Kitty Kavanaugh of Kielcock Falls, a real life story of just plain folks. Oh, my goodness. Bernie! Bernie! Bernie! Yes, Mr. Kiel, please. Bernie, do we have to have that radio on saloon? What's that? The radio. Oh, yes. That's a wonderful program, Mr. Kiel. See if I hear it every morning. I know, Bernie, but I... I turned it up good and loud so I can hear the kitchen when I'm doing the dishes. Oh, well, couldn't you just... Can you hear it in here all night? I certainly can. That's good. And now for our story. Excuse me, Mr. Kiel, Steve, I don't want to miss this. Yesterday, just when Ronald and Kitty were walking down the aisle together to fight their trots, Martin suddenly appeared like a ghost from the past, and Ronald found out the truth. Martin had been secretly engaged to Kitty at the time when Ronald had been in love with Ruth, the adopted daughter of Ben, the town banker. Who could untangle these lies? It's not me. And was there a more sinister reason for his return? Who cares? I'm going out in the backyard. Or he may have just come back to say goodbye. That's what I say, goodbye. Nice out here. Nice time of year, all right. Hammock looks pretty inviting. Might lie down for a while. Hmm, better get a new hammock this year. This one's getting pretty old. Ropes look weather-beaten too. Oh, well, I guess it'll hold me. It's hard to get in these things. I made it. This is comfortable. Everybody else at work. And here I am. The sky sure looks blue today. Just a few little clouds. Funny how clouds look like different things. There's one that's shaped like a goat. Reminds me a judge hooker. What's that? Bumblebee. What's he coming around me for? I'm no flower. Go away, bee. Go away. Looks like he's circling for a landing. I'm trapped in this hammock. I say if you don't move, a bee won't sting you. I'll just lie real still. He's coming closer. I won't move. He's around my nose. Probably thinks it's a gladiola blob. He landed. He's walking up my nose. I'll just hold still. No, I won't go away. He's gone now. He's gone. Darn bee. Almost made me fall out of the hammock. Well, I'll get settled down again. Warm out here in the sun. Makes me drowsy. Oh my goodness, Leroy. I'm going to shoot both of you, don't get out of here. I want you two to stop this racket. Go play over at Craig's house. We weren't playing over there. His mother kicked us out. I don't blame her. Go play someplace else. We don't have to. What's that? And you can make us. Oh, look here, Craig. I'm a little sick. Look, I don't have to explain it to you. Get out of here. I don't. What is it, Leroy? You better get out of break. Nonsense, my boy. It won't break. It won't, too. You're too fast. Oh, blue squirt. I'm going to go. Now, you two be quiet out here. We'll be back with a great gilded sleeve in just a minute. You know, friends, Birdie is certainly right when she says that... That parquet margarine sure does taste good. And millions of women agree they buy parquet margarine just because it tastes so good. My sentiment's exactly. They know parquet is a top quality product because it's made by craft. They know it's nourishing because it's made from only carefully selected farm products and because each delicious pound is enriched with 15,000 units of important vitamin A. I don't know about vitamins, but I know what tastes good. Women have learned that this delicious, fresh-flavored spread is economical, too. Yes, parquet margarine is a real money saver. It sure helps the old food budget. I know. Tasty parquet margarine is the perfect topping for bread, rolls, muffins, pancakes, and waffles. It's nourishing. It's economical. And like I said, it tastes so good. Right, Birdie. Parquet is the better buy for both bread and budget. Try appetizing parquet margarine one time, and you'll serve it from then on. That's P-A-R-K-A-Y parquet margarine made by craft. Well, the great Yolders leaves little scheme of playing sick isn't working out very well. It's afternoon now, and the great man is in the living room. He's had no rest and no food except grapefruit juice. Now, you drink that, Mr. Gillesleep. Birdie, I've had seven glasses already. It's running out of my ears. You're a sick man, Mr. Gillesleep, and I'm doing this for your good. Yes, but if I don't eat Birdie, I'm going to waste away. I wouldn't worry, Mr. Gillesleep. You've got a lot to waste away on. Birdie, couldn't I just have a tiny little sandwich? I'm sorry, Mr. Gillesleep, but you know what they say. You've got to starve a cold and feed a feed. Yeah, what a day this has been. Should have gone to work. At least I could have answered. Birdie's starting to clean house. Maybe I can sneak out from the kitchen, steal something out of the refrigerator. My tiptoe, mustn't that Birdie hear me? I'll be as quiet as a little mouse. Floor squeaks like it just made the kitchen. I'll open the door real easy. Hiya! What are you doing in that refrigerator? I was just getting a piece of cake. You know you're not supposed to eat cake between meals, not go offside and play. What are you doing out in the kitchen, huh? Kitchen? Well, I lost my way. I thought this was a dent. Ah! Leroy! If I told Birdie you were out here, boy! Well, I guess one piece of cake won't hurt a growing boy. Thanks, Doc. The refrigerator's on yours. Darn kids getting too smart. Let's see here. Food, uh, lamb chops. I guess they wouldn't be any good raw. What's this wrapped up in wax paper? Mmm, fried chicken legs. There's some craft cheese. Let's see. What'll I have first? The scale please! Hello, Birdie. What are you doing in that refrigerator? Well, my head felt a little hot. Just thought I'd stick it in there and cool it off. Well, you get right back on that sofa. You can't have nothing. All right, Birdie. That's one time I fooled, Birdie. You didn't see me take that chicken leg. Got it in my pocket here. Pretty smooth, yellowishly. Yeah, here it is. Mmm. Food at last. Who's that? Ah, Tim! Oh, hello, sir. Oh, Booker. Who asked him over the old windbag? I understand our water commissioner is slightly under the weather today. Yeah, he's got a cold. I thought I'd drop by and cheer up the in the lake. He's coming in a better lie down full of blanket over me. I'll act real sick. Maybe I can get rid of him. Hello, Gail there. Hello, Gail. You sound like you have a bad cold, Gail there. Pretty bad, Gail. Well, I'm sorry to hear that, old friend. In that case, I'll just stay a minute. What? I mean, I wouldn't want you to catch my cold. Here, Gildy, let me tuck you in. There must be a draft. Gildy, what's this? Huh? In this wax paper here. Why, it's a chicken leg. It is? Well, how did it get there? Gildy, you weren't planning to eat that, were you? Me? I could eat a chicken leg in my condition. Well, in that case, I'll eat it. Oh. I'll just sit down here beside you. It's very tasty. Yes, sir, it's really delicious. Hooker, do you have to smack your lips like that? I'm sorry, Gildy. Too bad you're sick. You'd really enjoy this chicken. Oh, goat. There. All finished. I'll just deposit the bone in this ashtray. Well, I really should be going. Yes, judge. Goodbye. Goodbye, old friend. And I hope tomorrow finds you in... Well, probably not a visitor, Gildy. I could get more rest than this at the office. Why don't people let me alone? It's Peevee. Oh, my goodness. Yes, sir, come right in. Hello, Peevee. Good afternoon, Jack. Hello, Mr. Gildy. Hello, Peevee. I thought I'd jump by and inquire after your health. I left the drug store in the care of Mrs. Peevee. Well, thanks for coming over. I suppose you're in a hurry to get back to Mrs. Peevee. I wouldn't say that. Are you feeling any better, Mr. Gildy? Right now, I feel horrible. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Gildy, if you feel so bad, don't you think you ought to call a doctor? I don't need a doctor. All I need is to be left alone. Well, you shouldn't take any chances, old friend. Peevee, you're a drugist. Suppose you take his pulse. Now, look here, fellas. Go ahead, Gildy. Go ahead, Gildy. Well, I don't know if that would be ethical. I'm not an MD. I'm just a pharmacist. But we can't refuse to help a friend in his hour of need. Oh, well, I'll put it that way. Put your finger on his wrist. Excuse me, Mr. Gildy. I may have your wrist, Peevee. Thank you. I feel just like Dr. Gildy. How's his pulse? No, I can't find it. Well, everybody has a pulse. The Gildy Peeve doesn't. I do, too. Uh-oh, here it is. I feel it now. Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity. These gods. Wait a minute, Peevee. Get my watch out. We have time, Miss. When I give you the signal, you start counting. Are you ready? Ready. Look, fellas. On your mark. Get set. Go. Bumpity, bumpity. No, no, no, no, no. Count, Peevee. Uh-oh. One, two, three, four, five. This whole thing is ridiculous, huh? Now, now, lie quiet, Gildy. You're a sick man, you know. I am not. I mean, yes. Ten, eleven, twelve, fifteen. Now, who's that? I'll get it. Well, another visitor. When you're ill, Gildy, that's when you learn who your true friends are. Everyone that platters thee is no friend in misery. Twenty-one, twenty-two. Words are easy like the wine. Faithful friends are hard to find. Oh, brother. He's right in there, baby. That's Miss Fairchild. What? Well, what's this about you being sick? You poor man you. Well, well, well. Good afternoon, Miss Fairchild. Hello, Judge. Hello, Mr. Peevee. Hello, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven. Mercy. What's he doing? Mr. Peevee is taking Gildy's pulse with Maya's sister. Well, isn't that cute, you two playin', doctor. Yes. Well, I'm glad you came over, Adeline. Well, I thought you'd be here all alone, so I wanted to come over and keep you company. Well, I will be alone in just a minute. The judge and Peevee were just leaving. Weren't you, Horace? Well, now, put up more than that. It's nice to rush your friends off like that. Friend? And don't look so grouchy. You'll never get well that way. How would you like a little Adeline to cheer you up? Well. I'll turn on the radio and we'll get some music. A splendid idea. A splendid idea. There. Isn't that pretty? I just love waltzes. I wish we could dance, Drockmorton. Too bad you're sick. Funny, I feel better now. Maybe I could get up. Adeline, you just lie back there. You're sick, you know. But, judge. Mr. Fairchild, I was quite a waltzer in my youth. Would you care to tread a measure with me? Why, I just love to, sir. But Adeline, you came over to see me. Fine friends. Having a party while I'm sick. Well, I could be sick. Hold on tight now. We're going to spin. Whee! There's a light on my feet. I could just fly out the window. Not a bad idea. Oh, shut up. I'm living too. I'm living in pain. Rockmorton, are you in pain? Why, we ought to be ashamed of ourselves. Huh? Dancing and having a good time and all while you're lying here sick. It's all right. Oh, no, it isn't. There. You shouldn't be having a party right here in front of you. I'm going to show all these people out of here. Uh-huh. Now, take them over to my house. All right. We can carry on the party over there where we won't disturb you. A party? Why, that's splendid, Miss Fairchild. I am in rather a festive mood. So am I. One hundred and thirty-eight. One hundred and thirty-eight. We'll leave right now, Rockmorton, so you can get some rest. But I'd like. I'll fix a pickup dinner and we can invite all our friends. Can't you stay with me, I'd like? No, no, go there. You said you wanted to be alone. We'll miss Rockmorton. You get a good rest now, you hang on. What? The only thing. What is it? I'm reporting. You have a pulse of a hundred and seventy-five. Oh, what's the use? On the doorstep. Come on, Mr. Gilseed. Oh, pretty. How do I look? Oh, you look fine, Mr. Gilseed. You've all dressed up and everything. Thank you. I guess I'd better be getting over to Adelines Party. Kind of surprising. You sure got well in a hurry. Yes, I did. Guess that grapefruit juice did it. I knew I was right. You stopped? Yes, yes, you were right, buddy. Well, how do we get it? Somebody at the door. I'll get it. Wait a minute, Bertie. Let's see who it is first. I'll just peek out of the window here. God's it's the mayor. I'm supposed to be sick. What'll I do? I'll lie down on the sofa here. Mr. Gilseed, what are you doing? Bertie, throw that blanket over me quick. Huh? I thought you were all wet. I was. I just had a relapse. Oh, you want some grapefruit juice? No, Bertie. Get the door. Yes, sir. Just pull this blanket up. Well, I'll get rid of him. Good evening, ma'am. Good evening. Good evening. All right. Drop by and see how Mr. Gilseed is feeling. Well, he ain't feeling so good right now. You said it. Hello, Gilseed. How do you feel? Hello, Mr. Mayor. Well, I knew you had to stay home from the office today, but I didn't realize you were so sick. Yes. I guess I've got it pretty bad. Why, Mr. Gilseed, do you have your hat on? Hat? Oh. Yes. I have to keep my head warm. Pretty raffy in here. Oh. Don't come too close, Mr. Mayor. I wouldn't want you to catch it. Well, I... In fact, it's dangerous for you to be in the same room. Well, maybe you're right. Perhaps I'd better go now. Yes, good idea. Good night, Mr. Gilseed. And I hope you'll be up on your feet very soon. I'll be on my feet all right. As soon as you get out of here. Well, I'd better be on my way. Ms. Fairchild is expecting me. Ms. Fairchild? Yes. Yes, she's having a little party tonight, and she was kind enough to invite me. You're going to the party? Why, yes. I'm sorry you won't be able to join us. Well, Gilseed, take care of yourself, and don't forget, you're a sick man. I sure am. The Great Gilseed will be right back, folks. The best things that can be said about Parquet Margarine are said by the millions of homemakers who serve it every day. They say it's delicious, fresh, and wholesome. They say it tastes so good. Yes, millions of women all over America say Parquet Margarine is their favorite spread for rolls, muffins, pancakes, and waffles, as well as bread. Next time you shop, ask for Parquet Margarine. You'll love that tasty, fresh flavor. You'll like the fact that Parquet is a real money saver. Try Parquet, the margarine of craft quality. It's the better buy for both bread and budget, that P-A-R-K-A-Y Parquet Margarine. Okay. What you for? Larm. Time to get up and go to work. Got the sniffles. I'm good at hitting, too. This time I'm really getting a cold. Maybe I'd better stay home today. No, I'll never do that again. I'm going to work. Good morning. I mean, good night, folks. The Great Gelder City was played by Harold Perry, Adeline Fairchild by Miss Yulia Merkel. The show is written by Gene Stone and Jack Robinson with music by Jack Neakin and sound effects by Monty Fraser. Included in the cast are Walter Tetley, Louise Erickson, Lillian Randolph, Earl Ross, and Richard Legrand. This is John Wall saying good night for the Craft Foods Company, makers of the famous line of craft quality food products. Tomorrow night, don't forget Al Jolson on the Craft Music Hall, heard over most of these NBC stations. Don't miss it. I won't. Remember, tomorrow night, for exact time, see your local paper. And be sure to listen in next Wednesday and every Wednesday for the further adventures of the Great Gelder Slee. 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