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Probably Bronco Thompson. I'll be glad when they get married and I can have the living room back again. Of course, I'll have Bronco's mother too. Can't win. Hey, uncle! Leroy! Hey, what are you doing hiding out here in the bushes? I'm making money. Bronco gave me a quarter to stay out of the living room. They're talking in there. Oh? You can see them through the porch railing. I don't want to look, Leroy. Where can you see them? Right here. They're sitting by the fire. Huh? All they do is talk, talk, talk. What do they talk about? Never mind. Get your bicycle off the front walk and put it in the garage. Okay. Get on, uncle. I'll push you down the driveway. No, thank you. I'll carry you in the garbage can. Wonder what Bronco and Marge we are talking about. Oh, Bronco, I'm so happy. Yeah, me too. Just think, Marge, we're going to be able to sit together and look at the fire all the rest of our lives. Uh-huh. Only one thing bothers me, Marge. What is it, Bronco? Does Mr. Gilder sleeve like my mother and father? Well, of course he does. Well, we promised each other, Marge, that we tell each other everything, and I intend to keep my promise. But... I'm going to speak the truth. I'm worried. About what? Well, Mr. Gilder sleeve came over to our house and met my mother and father, and that was the end. The end? Marge, my mother's wondering why he hasn't invited them over to your house. There. I said it. Bronco, I know that Anki, well, he just hasn't thought about it. Well, you know how mothers are. They're funny about those things. Well, I know Uncle Morton would love to have them over if he knew they'd like to come. Hello, children. Oh, hello, Anki. Oh, good evening, Mr. Gilder sleeve. Well, a nice fire. How are you, Bronco? Oh, just fine. My mother and father are fine too. Oh? Well, good. Good. I was just thinking, Anki, you haven't seen Mr. and Mrs. Thompson since we went to dinner at their house. Uh, no. In case your folks don't get into Summerfield very often, Bronco. Oh, they'd come in any time if they had some place to come to, Mr. Gilder sleeve. Well, there's a lot of interesting spots in Summerfield. We have a fine library, lots of books, a zoo. The park is nice too in the summer. Uncle Morton, Bronco means they'd come in if they had an invitation. Oh, well, they can always come in and see us anytime, anytime at all. Mr. Gilder sleeve, I hope you'll forgive me. But how about Tuesday? Tuesday? Well, I think I'd better check my calendar, Bronco. Uh, let's see, what do I do on Tuesday night? You read the paper, listen to Fibre McGee and Molly, and go to bed. I'll tell you what I'll do, Bronco. I'll phone your mother tomorrow and we'll make a definite date. Oh, fine, Mr. Gilder sleeve. That'll be dandy. Yeah. Just peachy. I'm coming, Bertie. Don't have to blow the plaster down off the ceiling. Hi, Uncle. Good morning, Leroy. Good morning, Uncle Mort. Here's the telephone. What? The Thompson's number is Broadmore 663. Oh, for Marjorie, I can't call Mrs. Thompson on an empty stomach. No, you're going to use the telephone. You promised, Bronco, you'd call his mother this morning and make a date for him to come over, and now you're not going to get out of it. Are they coming over here? Well, they most certainly are. Oh, for corn's sake. But Marjorie, the Thompson's aren't even out of bed yet. I can't invite them over to dinner before breakfast. Well, they've had breakfast. Mrs. Thompson gets the family up at 6.30. Yeah, she would. Breakfast is at 7. She washes the dishes at 7.30. Beds are made at a quarter of 8 and by 8 o'clock she has the housework done. It's now a quarter after 8. Well, I can't call her now. I might get her right in the middle of lunch. Uncle Mort? Yeah? All right, give me the telephone. Thompson? Yes, it is. Who is it? Good morning, Mr. Gildersleeve. You folks come over some evening and have dinner with us. Thank you. Edward and I will be very happy to come. Well, Friday. No, I don't think we can possibly come Friday. You can't. We're all looking forward to seeing you. That's the way things go. Better luck next time. We could make it for Saturday night. Beg your pardon? I mean great, great. Saturday is fine. Saturday evening. Very well and thank you, Mr. Gildersleeve. Thank you. See you Saturday. Ta-ta, Mrs. Thompson. Ta-ta, Mr. Gildersleeve. Oh, Edward. Oh, yes, my dear. We're having dinner with Mr. Gildersleeve Saturday. Who's Gildersleeve? Marjorie's uncle. Oh, yes. What about him? We're having dinner with him. Oh. Mother, wouldn't you rather go to a good movie? No, Edward. It's the correct thing to do. I feel we owe it to our Bronco to find out all we can about Marjorie's family. Well, I go to dinner. Do we have to find out what they eat? Mr. Gildersleeve invited us to dinner. And it's proper that we go. I want to show Mr. Gildersleeve that we observe correct social behavior. Sounds like an uproarious evening. Bertie has a lot to do. You better get a pencil. Yes, sir. I want you to write these things down, Bertie. I'm having Mr. and Mrs. Thompson over Saturday for dinner and the evening. It's going to be extra special. Yes, sir. I'm ready. What's going to happen? Well, first of all, we'll have dinner. Shall I write that down? No, Bertie. We always have dinner. I want you to write down what we're going to have for dinner. How about a nice standing rib roast? All right. I got it. Let's see. You take it from there, Bertie. Fix up the best dinner you ever cooked. Outdo yourself. I'll do myself. I'll write that down. What's going on? Bertie taking dictation? No, my boy. I'm getting things organized for the Thompson dinner Saturday night. You're in on this, too, you know. What can I do? I'm just a little kid. Be Roy. Everybody has to pitch in. Dinner will be at 6 o'clock sharp. Real deluxe. We're going to have finger bowls, three forks, and separate plates for the salad. Du jour. After dinner at 7 o'clock, we'll move into the library for the demi-tasse. The what? Coffee, Lee Roy, in little cups. Better find some little cups, Bertie. Yes. I'll write that down. We haven't got a library. Well, that's an expression people use. Now, we'll go into the living room. It's sort of a library. We have some books there by the fireplace. Hi, Anki. What's all the huddle about? Oh, my dear. I'm making plans for Saturday night. It's going to be a big affair. Everything the best. Oh, Anki. I hope you're not going to a lot of trouble. Let's just have a simple dinner the way we always do. Simple dinner, I should say not. Mrs. Thompson is coming to look us over. And by George, we're going to give her an eyeful. Write in her gold rim by Fockels. Just wait. Yes, sir. I'll write that down. The Great Gilders Leave will be back in just a minute. 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Get pabstet in the round package or better still, save money by buying the economical two pound loaf. Well, this is the day the great Gilder Sleeve entertains his niece's prospective in-laws at dinner and no host has ever prepared for an important occasion with more elaborate care. Hey, how are you, Bill? Is this going to be an interview, Leigh Roy? Downtown. Where's Marjorie? She went to the beauty parlor. She's getting a complete overhaul. What'd you bring home, Monk? This is a book, my boy, a very interesting book called Etiquette by Emily Post. What is it, a mystery story? Probably a mystery to you, my boy. This is a complete guide to good manners for the entire family. We've got to be on our toes, Leigh Roy, you, Birdie, and all of us. This may be a rough night. Aw, there's no use in a little kid sitting around here after dinner. Can I come over to Piggy's house? No, Leigh Roy. We don't go off and leave our guests no matter how much we'd like to. What on? I'm going to need you here tonight, my boy. Are you kidding? Yeah. I'm not kidding. When we have coffee in the living room, I thought you might build a big fire in the fireplace. Oh, boy. Yeah. Then I might call on you to play a piece on the piano. Oh, brother. Leigh Roy, you know what part it is to talk to the Thompson's? We may even show home movies. Yeah? What with? Well, we'll go over this afternoon and borrow Judge Hooker's projector. Keen, Aunt. You're going to rent a hop along Cassidy film? Yeah. Well, no. I'm going to show the movies I took last summer of the Ridge Falls Water Works. Keen. Run along, Leigh Roy. I want to see what Emily Post says. I know what's correct, but it won't do any harm to double-check. Now, let's see what's correct. Invitations and Regrets. Wish the Thompson's would send Regrets. Balls and dances. Preparations for weddings. Hey, this book will come in handy there. Chrisnings. Love Chrisnings. The well-appointed house. Well, we're all right on appointments. I borrowed Katie's silver candlesticks and Peavey's picture of Washington crossing the Delaware. Formal dinners. Here we are. Oh, Birdie. You call me? Excuse me? Yes, Birdie. Everything coming along all right out in the kitchen? Yes, sir. But I couldn't get that standing rib roast you wanted. Oh. No standing ribs, eh? So I settled for a rump roast. Well, um... I hope that's okay. Yeah. Rump roast is fine, ordinarily, Birdie, but for a formal type dinner like this, certain meats are prescribed. Yes, sir. For instance, Emily Post recommends rack of lamb. Lamb, huh? Mm-hmm. Mr. Gilslee, which part is the rack? Different. Well, the rack is, it's the part that... Birdie, why don't you take the rump roast back and talk to the butcher about that, huh? Well, Birdie's got a lot to do, but I guess that's fine. Yeah, fine, Birdie. We want to observe all the little niceties prescribed for such an occasion. Don't we? What other little niceties have you got in mind, Mr. Gilslee? Now, we might just refresh ourselves on a few things here. Both of us. For instance, Emily Post says when you clear the table for dessert... I'll take care of cleaning the table, Mr. Gilslee. Birdie knows how to load it, and she knows how to unload it. This Emily Post may know all about the birdie gets to dinner. Oh, yes, I know that birdie. It's up to Birdie. Mrs. Emily Post may know how to serve it, but what all is said and done, it's up to Birdie. Now, Birdie? Mrs. Emily Post can write all the books she wants to, but when all is said and done, you know who it's up to, Mr. Gilslee? Yes, Birdie. That's right, it's up to Birdie. Better put Emily Post away and go over to Judge Hooker's. From now on, it's up to Birdie. The judge's shrubbery needs pruning. Wonder why the old goat doesn't come out I like that. You can hardly see the picket fence. What a way to keep a gate closed, tied with rope. Sounds like inner sanctum. The judge will want to come over and meet the Thompson's tonight, but I'm not going to invite him. Besides, he'd hog the conversation. Oh, what a doorbell. He'll probably want me to have a cup of tea. I can hear him just now. Well, come in, Gildy. I was just brewing a pot of tea. Well, come in, Gildy. I was just brewing a pot of tea. I knew it. What? Nothing, Horace. I only have a minute. Oh, if you want the movie projected, don't you, Gildy? That's right, judge. Very kind of you. It'll end it to me. Not at all, old friend. I have it right here. Showing home movies is an ideal way to entertain friends for an evening. Are you having anyone other than Bronco's family, Gildy? No, Horace. I'm just returning an obligation. Of course. I've never had the pleasure of meeting Marjorie's future in-laws. Well, they're pretty cultured people, judge. Just the type I feel most at home with. Sorry, judge, but you know our dining room suit has only six chairs. Oh. Well, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, Bronco and Marjorie, that's four. The Roy and you. That's six, judge. Six. That's not the kind of a dinner where you can just put a piano stool and pitch in. Oh, of course not. But in such a case, serving buffet style is in good Emily Post tradition. Ah, well, Emily Post is not in charge tonight. It's up to birdie. Now, if you'll just let me have your little projector. Oh, yes, Gildy. Have you ever operated one of these machines? No, but I'll get the hang of it, judge. It just occurred to me that since you're using my projector, perhaps I should join the party for you. Oh, my goodness, judge, come on over after dinner and meet the Thompson's if you must. Oh, thank you. My, I never battled so hard to get an invitation, but I won. I should have known better than to lock horns with an old goat. But remember, after dinner, judge. Well, it's so nice having our two families together at dinner. Isn't it, uncle? Oh, yes, indeed, Marjorie. I've been wanting to pay Mr. and Mrs. Thompson back ever since they had us over at their house. The roast was wonderful, Gildy Sleeve. I enjoy a good rump roast. Well, we were going to have rack of lamb, but they ran out of racks. Oh. Did anybody care for another helping of chocolate mousse? I would. Sit down, Leroy. Wonderful. Fine, Mr. Thompson. I'll have Birdie right in. Birdie. No more mousse, thank you. Oh? I'm afraid Edward was still talking about the roast, Mr. Gildy Sleeve. Oh. Did you call me, Mr. Gildy Sleeve? Yes, Birdie. I thought perhaps somebody would like more of the mousse. How about you, Mrs. Thompson? Oh, good heavens, no, Mr. Gildy Sleeve. One must watch one's figure, you know. Well, I wouldn't worry about that if I were you. You have a very girlish figure of your age. Thank you. No more mousse, then? Oh, Bronco? Oh, no thanks, Mr. Gildy Sleeve. Ah, guess not, Birdie. Nobody else wants anywhere. I'm sitting down. Growing boy. Birdie, I must tell you how very much we enjoyed your delightful dinner. It was simply delicious. Well, thank you, ma'am. Yes, Birdie. Wonderful. Excellent. Don't you agree, mother? I just said so, Edward. Oh, yes, because... All of us enjoy Birdie's cooking. You're all nice to say that. Today, when Mr. Gildy Sleeve started waving, Emily posted me, I said Emily Post can write all the books she wants to. And when all's said and done, it's up to Birdie. Shall we adjourn to the living room for black coffee? Oh, grand coffee, Gildy Sleeve. Yeah, I'm glad you like it. Care for a third cup, Mr. Thompson? No thanks. What happened to the young lovers? Marjorie and Bronco went for a walk. Lucky them. Nice and quiet in here. Yes, since Judge Hooker went for a drink of water. Yes, indeed. Quiet. If I was saying, Mr. Thompson, I made no secret of my desire to make your acquaintance this evening. I insisted on coming. Oh, I see. The judge is an old family friend, Mr. Thompson. Lawyer. I understand you were interested in first editions. Well, I once saw a first edition of Poor Richard's Almanac, and it seems to me... Excuse me, Miss Thompson. Yes, Birdie? You admired my dinner so much, I thought you'd like one of my personal recipes, and I wrote it down for you. Oh, how thoughtful. Isn't it, Edward? What? Oh, excellent, delicious dinner. And it seems to me that Benjamin Franklin should have used... I call it Birdie's Pop Luck Kick. Yeah, all right, Birdie. Birdie, she can read it later. Yes. And it seems to me, Mr. Thompson, that Franklin's Poor Richard... You tried, Miss Thompson. Let me know how you make out. Thank you, Birdie. Getting back to Poor Richard's Almanac... Judge, you and Birdie are hogging the conversation. Oh? Well, when does the feature film start? Yes, let's see the whole movie skilllessly. Well, Leroy built such a big fire, I'm afraid it's too bright in here at the moment. So while we're waiting, Leroy might entertain us by playing a piece on the piano. Leroy? Does Leroy play? Well, I love good music. Go ahead, Leroy. Okay, I will now play a little Tchaikovsky. The boy loves Tchaikovsky. Do you hear that, Edward? Isn't it marvelous? Huh? Oh, yes, delightful dinner. I hope he hits that C-sharp. C-sharp, Leroy. Yeah, I'll start over. Six years he's been making the same mistake. Zeke. I'll get it this time. He's nervous, I guess, folks. Never mind, Leroy. Pour some water on the fire and we'll have the movies. Now, this reel gets a little technical, folks. I call it the story behind your faucet. Now watch. You know what that is? That's a close-up of a snifter valve. We use those at the water department. And there's a shot of me at my desk. I took that myself. That's why you can't see anything with my feet. Now, that's a view of the big ridge dam. Look over there at the left, where the trees are. Oop, it's gone. Anyway, that was the pump house. I took more movies of the waterworks than I thought. But everybody seems fascinated. That's a girl walking along there. I don't know who it is. She was hitchhiking on the road to Ridge Falls. There's a good view now, but it's blurred. Somebody walk in front of the camera. I think it was Jesse Campbell. The excavation you see right now is they were laying some new pipe. And right there you see a piece of the pipe. It's behind the log. Now here's the water tank, full of water, with the sun going down behind it. Kind of dramatic. Well, I guess that's all. It's a very interesting trip. Turn on the lights, Leroy. Okay. Well, how did everybody like the movies? Over. They're all asleep. Yeah, I woke up just in time. What an evening. You're a big flop. You've disgraced little Margie. Hey, Mr. Thompson's waking up. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. Mother, turn over on your side. You're snoring again. Good heaven. Was I asleep? Well, you just dozed off for a second. Edward? Wake up. Wake up. Oh, yes, yes, of course. Pretty warm in here, of course. Big dinner, too. Oh, dear. Mr. Gilda sleep, can you ever forgive us? Huh? I've never been so embarrassed in my life. How could we have done such a thing? Well, these things happen. Don't you give it a thought. Edward! For heaven's sake. Oh, yes, delicious dinner. Mr. Gilda sleep, you must think we're terrible. No, no, mother. It's all right. Oh, we've disgraced our poor Bronco. No, you haven't. Dry your tears, mother. Who cares? It's all in the family. Kick the judge's leg wrong. Well, good night, Mrs. Thompson. Good night, Mr. Gilda sleep. It was a lovely evening, really. Oh, yes, lovely evening. Good night, Mr. Gilda sleep. I'm Leroy. Oh, yeah. Leroy. I enjoyed your singing very much. Did I sing? Leroy played the piano, Mr. Thompson. Oh, well, he's a very talented boy. He played the piano, Mr. Thompson. Oh, well, he's a very talented boy. Oh, dear. Edward, come get in the car. You ought to be careful driving home, Mr. Thompson. Oh, Mrs. Thompson drives. I merely sit behind the wheel. Take it easy, folks. Good night, Bronco. Good night, Mr. Gilda sleep. Good night, Mark. Good night, Bronco. See you all soon. Love you later. Good night. Good night. Be careful. Oh, brother, what a family. No chance of Mr. Thompson going to sleep at the wheel, though. I bet Martha gives him an earful on the way home. Edward. By the way, let's everybody kind of watch it when we're driving these days. Winter months make driving pretty tricky. What with slippery streets and all. Drive carefully, folks. Take your time. Don't be the cause of an accident. The person in it may be you or me. Good night, everybody. The best driving show is next on NBC.