 The Craft Foods Company presents the Great Gilder Sleeves. It's the Great Gilder Sleeves starring Harold Perry, brought to you by the Craft Foods Company, makers of Farkei Margeron and a complete line of famous quality food products. Now let's see what goes on in Summerfield. For a little goes on in Summerfield that sooner or later does not involve the Great Gilder Sleeves. For example, one day last week, Gilder Sleeves' neighbor, Mrs. Ransom, stepped into Peavey's Pharmacy, made a slight purchase, and while waiting for it to be wrapped, dropped a casual remark. And how is Mrs. Peavey? Oh, she's fine, Mrs. Ransom. You're fine. That is, she's... well, she's been having a little trouble lately. Oh, I'm sorry to hear it. Nothing serious, I hope. Well, to hear her tell it... Well, how long has this been going on? In about 30 years. Now that just goes to show. Here I've known Mrs. Peavey all this time and never even had an inkling. I declare some women are just modest. Well, I wouldn't say that. Well, who's your doctor, Mr. Peavey? Have you a good doctor? Well, we usually take from Dr. Pettibone, but I haven't called him in on this after all I've... Oh, I know. Doctors are so expensive. And operations, oh, don't even mention them. But it doesn't pay to put them all. Well, I don't think this is as serious as all that. Well, I dare say she'll recover. Oh, she will, Mr. Peavey. I'm sure she will. You've just got to believe that. You've got to keep her believing it, too. Doctors say the will to live is half the battle. It doesn't matter what her will to live. Oh, well, I think it's so brave of both of you to take it this way, and I'm just so sorry to hear about it. Now, if there's anything I can do for anything at all, you let me know now, you hear? Mrs. Branson, come on in. Oh, thank you. I'm from the living room. Marjorie's sewing a button on him. Well, hello, Leela. Oh, he stands still. Hello, Mrs. Branson. Hello, Marjorie. You'll have to excuse me for not having my coat on, Leela. Marjorie's sewing a button on my vest. Quite the little housewife, isn't she? Stand still. Do you want me to stick you? Better not, you'll let the air out. Marjorie, sometimes you're a little too smart for your britches. Go up and get ready for dinner. I am. Have you washed your hands? Yes. We'll go wash them. Okay. And stick in your shirtail. Is that any way to greet Mrs. Branson? I know Mrs. Branson was coming. You can safely keep your shirtail in at all times, my boy. You know the boy's Scott motto, be prepared. Sorry, Leela, these little domestic affairs. There you are, honky. Well, that's fine, my dear. Much obliged. Now, Leela? Well, I probably shouldn't even be speaking to you, Throckmorton, after the last time I saw you. But in time of trouble, I think we should forget our differences. Trouble? What do you mean, Leela? Have you heard about poor dear Mr. Peavey? What about Mr. Peavey? Mrs. Branson, they're talking to me, my dear. Well, Marjorie may want to hear about this too. It's Mrs. Peavey. I'm afraid she's very ill. Oh, that's a shame. Now, wait a minute. I was in Peavey's this morning. He didn't say anything to me about it. Well, you know how Mr. Peavey is. He never tells you anything, anyway. That's right. Well, I had to practically pry it out of him. But I'm afraid the fact is that Mrs. Peavey needs an operation, and they kind of followed it. Oh, that's terrible. Well, I guess that drug story here is no goal mine. Not the way he runs it. Beckman's is a lot better. Are you still here? Okay, okay, I'm going. What's better about Beckman's? Oh, Peavey's got his Donald Duck. That's the only one he likes to read. Well, Beckman's going to run him out of business if he doesn't wake up. But Peavey's such a stubborn old cooch. He can't tell him anything. I know, but he's such a darling too. I can't bear to think of him in trouble. Neither can I. Isn't there something we could do, Uncle Morse? That's why I came to Youth Rock Mountain. I knew you'd always been a friend of his. Peavey's all right if he weren't so stubborn. Oh, and Mrs. Peavey, the poor old soul. I can't bear to think of her needing medical attention and not being able to afford it. Well, I'll tell you. Come and get it. Just a minute, Bertie. We have company. Good evening, Bertie. How are you? Just fine, Miss Vance. The bank is just fine. Excuse me. What about Miss Vance? And is she here? Is she what, Bertie? Well, I just want to know. I mean, what about it? Is she here? Pardon me a moment, Leela. What is it you want to know, Bertie? I just want to know should I set another place? Oh! How about it, Leela? Stay to supper? Oh, I could. Oh, come on, Miss Vance. It won't be no trouble. Yes, please do. Well, I don't know that I should. What do you have for supper, Bertie? Well, if I'd known you'd come in, Miss Vance, I might have done better. About all we got to offer some stew that's not a leftover, but there's plenty of it. I don't think I'd bet it tonight. Another time, perhaps. Thank you just the same. I'll be running along, oh, Drockmorton, about Mr. Peavy. I'll see what I can do, Leela. Oh, I knew you would. Yeah, the Jolly Boys are meeting this evening. I'll be seeing him at the club. Well, now don't tell him I said anything. You know how sensitive he is. I won't, Leela. Don't worry. Good night, y'all. Good night, y'all. All right, everybody, dinner. Where are you going? To put these things away. All right, but hurry. Leroy, where do you think you're going? Up to wash my hands. Confirm it, I told you to do that half an hour ago. All right, go ahead. I don't know why it is. Soon as dinner's announced, the signal for this family to scatter. Bertie, where are you going? After the food. Oh, well, bring it on. I've got a meeting. I must leave the... Hey, what's the matter, fellas? Come on. No, no, Commissioner, it's no good. Ah, don't seem the same without Peavey. You're right, Floyd. Where is the Peave? I thought he said he's going to be here tonight, Commissioner. Well, I thought he was coming, Floyd, but I suppose it's possible he won't turn up. After all, I hear his wife is sick. Oh, that's too bad. Well, just because a fellow's wife's got the pips, no reason he can't get out and have a little fun, is it? Floyd. Well, I mean, he don't have to become a hermit, does he? After all. Mrs. Peavey is seriously ill, Floyd. Oh, yeah? As bad as that. And Peavey is a devoted husband. One of the few really devoted husbands I know. Yeah, I guess they are pretty thick at that. As husband and wise go. Gee, maybe we should send her some flowers or something. That's more like it, Floyd. Roses are nice. Personally, I would prefer chrysanthemums. We're not sending these to you, Hooker. Ah, chrysanthemums stink. They smell up the house. They don't smell at all. What about roses? Yeah, but roses smell nice. Not all I can say. If I may have a word, please, judge. Help yourself. Now, I'm familiar with the situation. I should like to submit that what Mrs. Peavey needs is not a bunch of roses or chrysanthemums, but an operation. Oh, that's bad. Did I ever tell you about the time that I... Floyd, quiet. Okay. Now, operations cost money, fellas. Plenty of money. And just between you and me, I don't think Peavey can swing it. Of course, he wouldn't admit it. But you know how much trade he gets in that grocery, in that drug store? The toothbrush here, a neck away for there? Well, uh, what do you think we ought to do, guilty? Well, either we're jolly boys or we're not. When you say that, smile. If the purpose of this club isn't to help a fellow member when he's down, then what is it? To play a little poker. Floyd, the wife of a fellow member is lying ill at home. Oh, I'm sorry, commissioner. I could bite my tongue off. Well, count me in. What do you want to do? Pass the hat? I feel that that would definitely be a mistake. Peavey would never accept charity. Yeah, the judge is right. You know how touchy he is. Yeah, he's funny that way. Well, maybe we better send him the roses. Wait a minute. I've got another idea. Maybe if we were to go to Dr. Pettibone, you know, on the QT, and persuade him to go a little easy on Peavey. Hey, now you're talking. He wouldn't have to cut his raid or anything. He could just make a little mistake in his bill and undercharge it. Why shouldn't he do it for nothing? Well, now... After all, Floyd. He should do it for nothing. That's asking a good deal. All right. If Peavey was to walk into my shop flat, broken, and need of a haircut, don't you think I'd give him one? You're doing right, I would. I might wait on my regular customers first, but I'll give him one. Well... They're going to shave, too. Well... And not charge him a cent. Well... Or expect a tip, either, these doctors. Well, that's big of you as I started to say, Floyd. But you see, it's a little different with Dr. Pettibone. He's not a jolly boy, so it's not as if he was treating a fellow member or the wife of a fellow member, rather. All right, golly-guilty. Why don't we make him a member? The doc? That's an idea. Yeah, why not? The doc's a good fellow when he's not looking down your windpipe. Hey! If we elected him a member, we could make him operate on Peavey's wife for initiation-like. Operator, you don't get in. Well, I don't know that that's the way to put it, Floyd, but it's not a bad idea, not bad at all. Shall we put it to a vote, fellows? Do I hear the name of Dr. Pettibone proposed for membership? I so propose. Is it seconded? Seconded. All in favor? Aye. Opposed? The doc's a member. Who'll notify him? I propose that Mr. Gildersleeve and myself be appointed a committee of two to call upon the doctor and inform him of his good fortune. And don't forget what we elected him for. We'll adjourn. Seconded. Oh, wait a minute, fellows. What do you say? One more song before we go, eh? A song without Peavey? In honor of Peavey. Yeah, yeah. Peavey'd want it that way. Oh. Sit down there, Floyd. You know our big special? Yeah. Gildersleeve and his dear old pals will be back in just a moment. What are you going to tell us tonight about parquet margarine, Mr. Lang? I was just thinking about that the other day while my family and I were driving through the country. As we passed by several fine-looking farms, it made me wonder how many people know that parquet margarine is made from choice products of our American farmlands. I'm sure we'd all like to hear about that because so many families use parquet margarine as a regular spread. Parquet, you see, is made from rich, highly refined vegetable oils and pasteurized skim milk, cultured for flavor. That sounds wholesome and nourishing. Indeed it does. For parquet is one of the finest energy foods you can serve. And remember, craft adds important vitamin A to every single pound, making parquet margarine an even more valuable food. Well, that's something we too often take for granted. And good nutrition is so important these days. Yes, and flavor is important, too. Helps us enjoy the things that are so good for us. That's why craft takes special care in flavor blending the fine, wholesome farm products used in parquet. So join the millions who prefer delicious, nourishing parquet. P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet margarine. Made by craft. Now let's get back to the great-hearted Gilder Sleeve. Driven by his concern for his old friend, P.V., we find him with Judge Hooker, a committee of two representing the Jolly Boys, walking into the office of Dr. Pettibone. Huh. Where is he? Must be inside. He's always here at nine o'clock. Well, pick out a magazine and make yourself comfortable, Judge. Have you seen Hygiea for August 1942? I have read it from cover to cover. Didn't help yet, eh? Gilding, may I suggest since I know Pettibone better than you, that you allow me to do most of the talking? You can do half of it. Well, let me start. Let me explain the situation. Pettibone's kind of touchy on some things, you know. Now what is there to be touchy about? Plenty. In the first place. Oh, good morning, Judge. Good morning, Miss Finlay. Ooh. This is my friend Mr. Gilder Sleeve, Miss Finlay. Oh, how do you do? Just fine. Thank you. There's nothing to matter with me, Miss Finlay. We're here to see the doctor on a personal matter. Oh, we'll go right in. Thank you. See you later. Oh, hi, Doc. Good morning, gentlemen. Pretty nice-looking receptionist you've got there. I'm surprised your wife lets you get away with it. She's my wife's cousin. Oh, yeah. Well, which one of you fellas is sick? Neither of us, Doctor. That is, I'm feeling as well as usual, but we didn't come for a professional reason. We didn't? Please, guilty, if you let me. Oh. No, Doctor, we came to bring you some good news. You know a few of us fellas have a little club. Oh, that. Club? Well, what club? The Jolly Boys Club. It's just a few fellas. I guess you'd call us kindred spirits. We generally get together on Saturday nights and raise an ed for a few hours. We sing, play cards, tell a few stories. Get on with it, Horace. Well, Doctor, Mr. Gilder Sleeve and I are at delegation. The committee of two officially chosen by the Jolly Boys Club to call on you. Now, what for? It is my pleasure and high privilege to announce your unanimous election to the Jolly Boys Club as a full participating member with all rights and perquisites pertaining thereto. The dues are 50 cents a month. I see. Do I know any of the other members? Chief of police? Oh, yes, yes. Chief Gates. He has a slight systolic murmur. I never know what to hear him sing. And you know Floyd Munson, the barber. We meet upstairs over his shop. Floyd? I set his leg when he broken on election night back in 1936. Of course, you know Peavey, the drugger. Peavey? Asthma. Good fellow. Good fellow, just the same. I think you find the Jolly Boys a pretty congenial group, Doctor. Well, I do enjoy a little card game occasionally. Dr. Pettibone, Mr. Eberbaugh is here. Oh, thank you. Now, a few fellas will excuse me. There's something else we have to ask you, Doctor. Let Mr. Eberbaugh wait a minute, will you? Well, he's got an appointment. Oh. Well, then we'd better come back later. No, no, Judge. It'll only take a second. Tell Eberbaugh to wait, Miss Finley. All right, Miss Finley. Yes, sir. It's this way, Doc. Now that you're a Jolly Boy, we can speak freely. Yes. You're one of us now, Doctor. And the motto of the Jolly Boys is one for all, all for one. Yeah. What are you getting at? Well, it's about Peavey. Now, we all agree Peavey is a fine fellow. Yeah, yeah. And his wife, Mrs. Peavey, is a fine woman. Well, that may be. Take my word for it. She's a splendid woman. All right, all right. She's Florence Nightingale. What about it? As a Jolly Boy, Doctor, you wouldn't want anything to happen to Mrs. Peavey, would you? No, why? Is Peavey thinking of doing her in? Yes. I'm sure you're joking, Dr. Pettibone. They're a most devoted couple. Why, Peavey thinks the world of her. He often has seen... Egh, God's judge. Don't beat around the bush all night. I was just... Shut up. It's my turn to talk. Pettibone, Mrs. Peavey needs some kind of an operation and Peavey can't afford it. Will you do it? Gilly, that's not the way... Will you, Pettibone? Why the dick and should I? Pettibone, as a humanitarian and a Jolly Boy. Peavey hasn't seen fit to call me in on the case. I'm not going to take it away from another doctor. Are you going to let somebody else hold him up for a big fee? If the doctor on the case calls me in, I'll be very happy to consult with him. So Peavey can pay two bills instead of one, eh? Gilly, I don't think you understand Dr. Pettibone's position. Oh, yes, I do. You doctors are all the same the way you back each other up. Well, let me tell you, Pettibone. Careful, Gilly Sleeve. Remember your hypertension. You can't... You can't scare me. I'm certainly much obliged to your visit, gentlemen. He let me to a club that meets over a barbershop and then asked for $1,000 worth of surgery. Now, Pettibone, I don't think that's fair. If you'll excuse me, I have a $2 cash patient in the waiting room. Huh, come on, judge. No, no, no, this door, please. What? This way, judge. Good day. Oh, shoving us out the back door. We don't even get another look at that nurse. Well, fellas, how'd you make out? Floyd, we've got to call an emergency meeting of the Jolly Boys. Yeah, right away. Can we meet tonight, Floyd? Oh, what's the matter with right now? I've got the chief under the towel here. Oh? Well, open them up. We've got to have a quorum. I can hear all right, boys. Go ahead with the meeting. All right, let's come to order. Now, uh, Pettibone didn't react very favorably to our proposal. He didn't? You hear that, chief? Yep, he's a heel. Yeah, that may be, chief. But PB's as bad off as ever. Well, he runs that store like a museum. No wonder he don't make money. Modern merchandising methods would help. No doubt about it. Some of the tricks Beckman uses. PB's too stubborn to take advice, though. You think he'd accept the loan? He might. You got any money to loan him? No. Have you gilded? No. How about you, Floyd? Nope. We'll have to think of something now. I know, fellas. PB needs money. Well, nobody's got enough to loan him, but we could spend some money. Suppose we tell all our friends to go into PB's and buy a six-months drug supply in advance, or whatever they can afford. That's a possibility. Yeah, that sounds good, yeah. Hear that, chief? Yeah, that's okay. Of course, we'll have to spend all we can, too. Why don't we get a six-months supply of hair tonic, Floyd? At retail? Listen, I'm a jolly boy, but I ain't that jolly. Well, a judge can buy his liver medicine for six months ahead. How do I know I'll live six months to enjoy it? Ah, what's the dip? You can't take it with you. What's Gildersleeve going to buy? Don't worry about me, Horace. I'll do some of my Christmas shopping. Eh, how about the chief? What do you say, chief? Will you buy six-months drug supplies at PB's? Sure. What does that amount do, chief? Free cakes or soap? You'll have to do more than that, chief. Okay, I'll send in some of the boys. That's the main thing. Send in lots of people. Everybody we know. High and low, rich and poor, young and old. Send them to PB's. Yes, Mrs. Ransom. I'll wait, Mr. PB. Good afternoon, Mrs. Buller. Oh, Mrs. Ransom. Doing your little shopping? Yes. Isn't it fun and in such a good cause, too? Yes. 85. 170. 37. That's the skin lotion. $1.50 for the candy. That'll be 747, Mrs. Buller. And that's the 23 cents for the governor. Will that be all? Yes, thank you. 770 out of 10. 775. 8. 9. 10 dollars. I'll tuck the things in my market basket. There. Goodbye, Mr. PB. Goodbye. Goodbye. Now, Mrs. Ransom, what can I do for you? Well, I want just lots and lots of things. Oh, yes. I'd like three lipsticks and a half a dozen toothbrushes. Just a minute here, Mike. Goodness. One thing at a time. And I also want a... Hi, PB. Hello, Mrs. Ransom. How's it going? I'm very well. Thank you, Mr. Munson. Wrap me up a dozen of those shaving bowls when you get a chance, PB. A dozen? And I want a dozen boxes of face tissues, please, Mr. PB. Well, I just happened to have you, Mike. Good afternoon. I'd like six bottles of cod liver oil, please. Madam, you'll have to wait your turn. You're all right, but you'll have to wait till I get to you. Okay. You got plenty of room. He can't be. There he is. Hey, PB. I see you, PB. Let me in. Go away. Let me in anyway. Come on. Let me in. I'll bust the door. No. Hurry up before somebody sees you. PB, what happened to your bell? The fuse blew out about a half hour ago. Or maybe it just wore out. Been pretty busy today, have you, PB? Mr. Gildersleeve, I had to close up in self-defense. Did you ever visit the stock exchange in Chicago? I saw the one in New York. I guess it's all the same. Fellows stand around yelling at each other. Yeah, that's right. Well, that's what's been going on in my store since about 12 noon today. The whole police force came in about two o'clock and bought toothpaste. I just can't understand it. Well, the cops want to brush their teeth. That's all. And then Leroy came in and bought $5 worth of chewing gum. Chewing gum? I told that kid to get something the whole family could use and enjoy. Oh, you sent Leroy? Yes, PB. I wasn't going to tell you this, but this whole thing was cooked up by the Jolly Boys. I'm afraid I don't understand you. Well, PB, we heard about Mrs. PB's trouble. Jolly Boys decided if you needed money, the main thing to do is to chase people in here to buy merchandise. Stock up on stuff they'd need later on. So you could have the cash now. You needn't thank us. Well, thank you, but who told you Mrs. PB had any trouble if I may ask? Well, Mrs. Ransom told me she needed an operation. Why? Well, nothing in particular. She does need an operation, doesn't she? She's never mentioned it. Well, you can't fool me, old pal. Your wife's a sick woman and she needs a doctor's attention. Well, I don't know. She stacked a half a quarter stove board yesterday. Oh, PB, you're an impostor. Oh, no, I wouldn't say that. You are. You deliberately gave Mrs. Ransom the idea you needed money for a doctor. But I never... You can expect Leroy down here tomorrow morning with that chewing gum and see that he gets his money back. The very odd. That man certainly has a temper. Yeah, get back to my counting here. Two hundred, two hundred and ten, twelve, fifteen. 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A green trick we thought of. There'll be no tricks, no sir. What is the trick? I don't want Marge to hear. What is it? Well, I could whisper. That is outrageous, Leroy. Absolutely not. How can you even think of such a thing? Who on earth could you think of doing such a thing too? Well, we were thinking of Judge Hooker. The hatchets in the garage. But remember, I told you not to. Go to bed, Leroy. I want to sit up and listen to Jack Benny. Good night, everybody. The Great Guilder Slave is played by Harold Perry. It is written by John Gleaton and Sam Moore. The music is by Jack Meakin. This is John Lang speaking for the Kraft Foods Company. And inviting you to listen in again next week for the further adventures of The Great Guilder Slave. Youngsters get hungry at all hours. And when they do, treat them to Pabstet, the delicious golden cheese food. You can just bet they'll like Pabstet. It's all rich in cheddar cheese flavor. So easy to digest. 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