 The Craft Foods Company presents the Great Gildersleeve. Yeah. It's the Great Gildersleeve starring Harold Perry, brought to you by the Craft Foods Company, makers of parquet margarine and a complete line of famous quality food products. These are busy days for Summerfield's Commissioner of Public Water, and they call for a little relaxation in the evening. On this particular evening, he has permitted himself the pleasure of a few hours' diversion at the movies in the company of his attractive friend and neighbor, Mrs. Ransom. And at this particular moment, we find him at her front door, saying goodnight. You'll have to be a little patient. He's still saying goodnight to her. Since you do say goodnight to a girl. Yeah. I ski in Frockmont, and only it's pretty late. Oh, that's all right. I don't have to get to the office little 10 tomorrow. But I have to be downtown at the Dennis at 9. Oh. And I have to get my beauty sleep, you know, how she might not like me anymore. So, uh, I think I'd better say goodnight. Well, I'll be seeing you then, Leela. Good night. Oh, Frockmont, never mind. What was it, Leela? Well, I was just wondering how I'd get down there tomorrow morning, but, uh, as long as you're not going to the office till 10, I guess Horace Hooker wouldn't mind stopping for me. Well, now, wait a minute. You don't have to do that. There must be some way to work this thing out. But how? If you're not going to the office till 10? I know. What? I'll go to the office at 9. Oh. No. Because I wouldn't want you changing your plans for me. Glad to do it. I'll pick you up tomorrow at a quarter of 9. Oh, thank you, Frockmont. And thank you for perfectly gorgeous evening. I don't know when I've enjoyed Abbott and Costella so much. George certainly doesn't take much to make a girl happy. I guess it's all in knowing how. Wonder if there's any of that fried chicken left. I might just look in the ice box before I marjorie. Hello. What's this, my dear? Up so late? You have school tomorrow. I know. What are you doing there? Writing. Writing what? A letter. A letter to who or shouldn't I ask? Oh, why can't I ever do anything right? Marjorie. Nothing I ever do is right. Nothing. I'm just... Dear, you don't wish anything of the kind. I do, too. Why, that's ridiculous. Why, if you were dead, you wouldn't have any funds. Honey, don't do that. Come here. I'm mad at me, are you? No. And tell your old uncle what's the matter? I don't know what's the matter. They're my weirds. They're joining the Navy or going away. Dear, why you had me worried there for a minute. Now, listen. You just go up and get a good night's sleep and you'll feel better. I can't. That's nonsense. You went along to bed and tomorrow morning you'll feel better. I guarantee it. Uncle Mort, you don't understand. Now, don't tell me that. I know all about these things. Yes, indeed. Sleep, that's what you need. Or would you like something to eat first? A little snack before you go to bed, huh? Some of that nice fried chicken, huh? I know what will fix you up. A hamburger. I could make you a hamburger. Your birdie's got any hamburger. How about it, huh? A nice hamburger with a slice of onions and relish maybe and ketchup all over it. What do you say? Uncle Mort, don't you ever think of anything but your stomach. Marjorie, I was just trying to suggest something. Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. Uncle Mort, pay no attention to me. I guess I'll go to bed. Yes, you do that, my dear. You do that. You'll feel better in the morning. You know what she's worrying about? I don't know whether to have the fried chicken or the hamburger. It's monopolizing the sugar. You might let somebody else have some. Oh, sorry, Uncle. Four is plenty. Do you want to get diabetes? Now, what time is it? Birdie, what time is it out there by the kitchen clock? What time is it? Yeah, my watch is stopped. Oh, fine. I'm supposed to pick up Mrs. Ransom in a quarter of nine. If anybody would wind any clocks around here. I wound it, Mr. Gale-Sleeve. I wound it all the further it would go. Well, maybe that's the trouble. When did the clock stop? July. It's July. Birdie, you ought to tell me about these things. Not wait till somebody needs to know what time it is. I told you, Mr. Gale-Sleeve. Never heard about it. Never heard a word about it. Mr. Gale-Sleeve, I told you about that clock once I told you twenty times. That's right, Elk. I heard her. You eat your oatmeal. Mrs. Marger, you seem like you ain't eating anything this morning hardly. I guess I'm not very hungry, Birdie. You're awfully quiet, my dear. Anything wrong? No. I just don't feel very well at all. Oh, that's too bad. Maybe we'd better call Dr. Petty-Born. Oh, it's not anything to call the doctor about. I think if I just stay home today and don't go to school. Well, perhaps that's a good idea. Ah! Lee Roy, why can't you ever be decent for once? Why should I? Nobody ever lets me get away with anything. Gosh, I can be Diane practically. Lee Roy! Tell me, is that time you started the school? Yeah, me too. Is that... Goodbye. Goodbye. You mustn't feel badly, my dear. I don't think Lee Roy meant to hurt you. I don't mind about Lee Roy. He's probably right anyway. Why, Marjorie? Sure, he's right. I just don't want to go to school. That's all. I don't ever want to go to school because all I am is clumsy and unattractive and... Marjorie! True, my dear, why are you one of the most attractive girls I've ever seen? And graceful, too. No! Listen, anybody... Anybody who says you're clumsy has got me to fight. When did the teacher say this? Yesterday, in ballet class, right in front of everybody. My George, I'd like a word with that teacher. What's the use of fooling myself? She's right. All the boys I know either leave town or join the Navy. We're back to that again. Now listen, my dear, this is all a lot of nonsense. Why, you're as graceful a girl as I ever knew. I was saying to myself only the other day, I said Marjorie certainly is graceful. I got it! Uh-oh, Mrs. Ransom here quickly. Marjorie, you got a hanky? All right. Good morning, Mrs. Ransom. Be right with you, Leela. Come on in. You're fine over to save you the truck. It's all right, Leela. It's nothing at all. I was just telling Marjorie I think she's unusually graceful for a girl her age. Don't you think, Leela? Don't you think she's graceful? Oh, yes. Indeed I do. Yes, indeed. Well, some fool teacher just made a remark. Woman's got no business teaching ballet or anything else. Yes, probably doesn't know a thing about it. She's probably got knock knees herself. How, Marjorie? Well, if you ask me, she's probably an old maid. That's right. Now, you just have to expect that, Marjorie. If there's one thing an old maid can't bear, it's the sight of a young girl who's prettier and more graceful and more attractive than she is. I've had that trouble all my life with old maid. Is that, my dear? This teacher just happens to be married. The married ones are worse, believe me. As a matter of fact, I think Marjorie could be a marvelous ballet dancer if she put her mind to it, don't you, Leela? Oh, I do. I truly do. Some of them are quite tall, you know. I don't care anything about ballet. I only took it to get out of gym. I just don't want people thinking that I... Oh, but you should, Marjorie. Well, I don't know anything more wonderful than being a ballerina. They lead such glamorous lives. Don't they, Thracmartin? Yes, that's right. Why, why, just think of having the whole world at your feet. It's not bad, eh? Think what fun it would be, Marjorie. Flowers at every performance and people kissing your hand and suit as loads of them always hanging around your dressing room. I'd send them away. All I'd do was study and work till I was really good. Of course. But when you finally arrived, think of it. Diamond necklaces. Uh-huh. And college boys pulling your carriage through the streets. Uh-huh. And gentlemen drinking champagne from your slipper. Why, some of these girls have as many as four and five of them. All rich. Oh, Uncle Mort, do you really think I could? Have five husbands? No, be a dancer. A really good one, I mean. My dearest, my firm, conviction that anybody can do anything he wants if you just put his mind to it, anything at all. Is that how you got to be a water commissioner? No, that's an example of what can happen if you don't put your mind to it. Oh, well, just the same, your uncle's right, Marjorie. You could show that old Jim Teach if you really wanted to. Think it over. That's right, you think it over, my dear. Come on, Lele, you'll be late to the dentist. Oh, gracious, what's on me? Uncle Mort, Uncle Mort, wait. Uh, what is it, my dear? Could you... Could you drop me at school on the way? Certainly, certainly. Only too happy to do so. Feeling better, eh? Tell me I don't know how to handle girls why I ought to be running a school. How did school go today, my dear? I talked to Francie today, Uncle Mort, and guess what? She's going to be a dancer, too. Well, that's quite a coincidence. We decided we don't care what the old Jim Teacher says. We decided she doesn't know anything anyway. We're going to practice every afternoon, Francie and I, till we're really good. Well, that's fine, that's fine. I guess so, Lele. Pick it up when you get through reading it. I always do. How can you say that? Since that I'd like to show Uncle Mort something. Go ahead, my dear. But I have to have room. It's what Francie and I were practicing this afternoon. Pick up the paper, Leeroy. Oh, for corn's sake. Peace around here. Now, Marjorie, what were you going to show me? Well, these are the positions you have to learn for ballet. You really ought to have music for this. But anyway, this is the first position. Ah, a very graceful one. No. This is what they call the second position. Ah, like a regular ballet dancer. You call that dancing perhaps you could do better? Sure. Leeroy. Honey, this'll down. But you want to know something? A little instruction in dancing wouldn't hurt you one bit. What? I mean it. I have a good mind and may have you take dancing lessons. Oh, no. Dancing lessons. It might teach you a little grace. Wouldn't it, Marjorie? I doubt it. Well, it might at least teach you to walk through a room without falling over those feet. Besides, every boy ought to learn to dance. It's an important social accomplishment. Where's my piano every afternoon? You don't want me to neglect that, do you, my piano? I haven't heard you practice in days. Attending to. I know, Uncle Mort. Leeroy could play the piano for me to practice to. Great idea. Hey, nothing to it. Leeroy, you'll play the piano for your sister. Oh, um... You love the piano so much, let me see you sit down there and play. No. No. Oh, God. Ready, Marjorie? One, two, three. Be my dear. And very nicely, Leeroy. I ask you, was there ever so much talent in one family? Forge, I've got a good mind to retire. Gilder's sleeve will be back in just a moment. You know, I've always been a bit curious about what makes people buy one kind of food in preference to another. So I asked my wife the other day why she preferred parquet margarine. Well, as I recall it, John, some of us were talking about spreads for bread. Well, one of the girls mentioned what a wonderful flavor parquet margarine had. So you went right out and bought some, eh? Well, no. It was a few days later that I noticed parquet in the store. And I thought it was a real money saver. Only about half the price of costly spreads. Well, that's why you bought parquet. Well, partly. Then I saw the name Kraft in the package. And when I put it on the table, you and the children kept calling for more. Yes, sir. Day in and day out it's the best spread I ever tasted. And parquet margarine is a favorite with millions of families because parquet's flavor is still unmatched. And just to remind you, don't forget that the Kraft Cheese Company is now the Kraft Foods Company. So when you buy delicious economical parquet, P-A-R-K-A-Y, parquet margarine, remember it's a quality product of the Kraft Foods Company. Now let's get back to the great Gildersleeve, whom we find relaxing in his parlor before supper with the evening paper. At least he's trying to relax with his niece, Marjorie, diligently trying to master the ballet with the aid of a portable phonograph. I'm sorry, my dear. One of the headlines caught my eye. Don't you think you ought to rest a little while, my dear? He just relaxes me. Just don't overdo it, Marjorie. Don't worry, Anki. Don't point that thing at me, Leroy. Bye, George. It's pretty good, all right. What did you have to trade, Piggy, for it? Well, I got a chip, because his cousin sent him, too. What did you give, Piggy? Just the front tire off my bike. But you can't ride it without a front tire. It'll cost you $3 for a new one. Where are you going to get $3? I'll save up my allowance. Don't worry about it, Anki. Your allowance? Let me see you the gun. Okay. See, it's got everything. Trigger, barrel, whole stuff. They don't work, do they? No, but they look good. Feels good against your shoulder, doesn't it? Yeah, perfect. I'll get a bead on that light bulb. Squeeze that trigger easy. Oh, for heaven's sake, you're worse than Leroy. My dear. I think I'll go into my study. It'll suffer time. Okay, Anki. Look, Leroy, don't you think I'm doing better? Stuffy in here. A little quieter, though. Tigers finally made it. Wish I could go to Chicago and see the World Series. What is this? Can I leave you children alone a minute without a row? Well, I, K. Roy, in the room. What looking at me? Then he started pointing that gun at me. Oh, my dear, you've had quite a little time in the parlor. You can't have it to yourself exclusively. But if you want me to practice my dance... Why don't you take the photograph upstairs for a little while, huh? Then there won't be anybody to disturb you. But my room is so small. You may take it in my room. I have no objection. I'll go up there for a while. Do you want Leroy to help you with the machine? No, he'd probably drop it. Let me see your gun again, will you, Leroy? Sure. It feels just right. Must have some weight inside of it someplace. I guess so. I wonder if I can remember the manual of arms. Let me see. You start with it down here, huh? That's order arms. Then that old tarp sergeant will holler, Right, shoulder, hop! One, two, three! When he wants you to put it down again, he says, See, it's all a matter of rhythm. What? Tell your sister I've gone out for a little walk. Oh, you can't take it, huh? Nothing of the kind, my boy. I simply feel the need of a little fresh air. Unusual dollar eighty and four cents for the governor. You may charge it, Phoebe. Yes, sir. Judge Hooker's liver powder, one eighty-four. You've made a pretty good thing out of my liver, Phoebe. I don't know. I wouldn't say that. All righty, a month for ten years? Of course, it used to be a dollar fifty. Well, the cost of liver is going up. Very funny. I don't suppose there's any chance this stuff will affect the permanent cure of my condition. And I wouldn't want to say. Oh, here's Mr. Geller's thing. Well, good evening, gentlemen. Picking up something for your liver, Horace? I came in to purchase some cigars, Gildersleeve. Yeah. I don't have to lie about why I'm here, Horace. I don't want to buy a thing, Phoebe. Just came out for a little walk, that's all. Very athletic, isn't he, Phoebe? Yes, I am. So is my whole family. My nephew, Lee Roy, is at home right now practicing the manual of arms. My niece, Marjorie, is practicing the Hallé dancing. Wasting their time. Lee Roy will never have to go to war, and Marjorie will never be a dancer. Oh, you think not? Marjorie's very graceful. She chose real aptitude. She may decide to make a career at the ballet. You don't say. Yes. Well, I understand the good ones have to study it for about 25 years, is that right? Well, I don't know. That's right, Phoebe. By the time Marjorie's equipped to dazzle an audience, she'll be 43 years of age. I don't believe it. With old-fashioned methods, maybe so. But these days, she could be a top ballerina in five or six years. Has Marjorie got her heart set on this Mr. Gilder scene, or is it your idea? Well, both, Phoebe. She seems to have a real talent for it, and I certainly don't intend to stand in her way. Why? Well, nothing. No, no, Phoebe, I value your opinions. Watch on your mind. Well, I just wondered, is that the kind of life you'd choose for a nice young girl? What's the matter with it? Dancing is fine exercise keeps her in tip-top physical condition. But what about her moral condition? Mr. Gilder, please, what about those fellas hanging around the stage door with bouquets and so on? I'm speaking only from hearsay, of course. That's why you don't know anything about it. Well, I know something about it, and if you let Marjorie go on with this nonsense, pretty soon she'll be wanting to live in some place like Chicago or New York. She'll be getting a divorce every other day. You don't really believe that, do you, judge? I certainly do. Do you, Phoebe? That's the way of the world, Mr. Gillespie. You're just a couple of old women. You're worrying about my niece being led astray by millionaires when she can't even do a two-step. Well, I thought you said she was already quite a dancer. Well, I may have exaggerated a little bit. The girl has talent, she's interested, but good heavens, she's only 16. This may be just a passing fancy. Seems to me you're a little excited, Gilder. I must cool as a cucumber, you old goat. I'll leave you two to worry about Marjorie. I'm going home to admire her dancing. Goodbye, Mr. Gillespie. Goodbye, Gilder. Goodbye, judge. Don't forget to take your medicine. What those old ninnies said back there. Yes, my dear, it's me. Uncle, you've got to do something for me. What's that? The phonograph. It's terrible. It sounds so tinny. Couldn't we do something about it? Couldn't we get a new one? Well, now, let's not put any money into this. But I need it to practice with. My dear, this whole thing might turn out to be just a passing fancy. Oh, no, I'm serious about this, Uncle Morey. But it might take 20 years. Not me. The teacher told me today I'm already showing improvement. Oh, well, I'm glad you're improving, Marjorie, but let's not overdo, shall we? But I'm so encouraged. I'm determined to succeed now. I'm going to practice every minute that I can. Marjorie, for heaven's sake, industry is all very well, but I think it'd be nice if you'd relax for a few minutes before supper. I will in five minutes, Uncle. I just want to practice my leap a few more times. Your what? My leap. It's beautiful. When do you see it? Leap. No confounded. Haven't you got anything to do with play with guns? Gosh, I didn't. You don't have to jump on me. You're right, my boy. I shouldn't take it out on you. How long can this go on? Well, she's a girl, E. Roy. Girls have to be humorous. She'll ever be any good. Do you? I suppose so. Dames, they're too much for me. Yeah. Have a cigar, E. Roy. Sleeve in just a few moments. Does your family like French bread, the kind that comes in long, slender loaves with a crisp, crunchy crust? 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