 The Crab Food Company presents Harold Perry as The Great Gilder Sleeve. The Great Gilder Sleeve is brought to you by The Crab Food Company makers of Parquet Margarine. Every day, millions of women all over America serve Parquet Margarine because it tastes so good. You market, you market, you get some parquet. Home again, home again, try it today. You like it, you love it, like millions who say it's their favorite margarine. Parquet, P-A-R-K-A-Y, Parquet Margarine, made by Kraft. He's there the man with soul so dead who never to himself half said. It's time to get my 1948 automobile license plates. Yes, The Great Gilder Sleeve is a man who does things on time, but never much ahead of time. That's why late in the afternoon, on the last day, he's waiting in line. What a way to waste an afternoon. It took me two hours to get inside the building. Probably would have my license plates by now if I hadn't got another line. And I wasn't thirsty at all. Well, I'm next. Oh, five o'clock. Wonder what time they close. Hey, Clerk, what time do you close this window? Five o'clock. Eh, just meet it. You meet it. You come back here and raise that window. I want my license plates. Clerk, raise that window. Barry, John, try me tomorrow. You open up or you'll be out of a job. I'm a city official. Call my. But I'm Throckmorton P. Gilder Sleeve. I'm the water commissioner. Oh. That's better. Commissioner, you've had six weeks to get your license plates. What have you been doing all that time, plugging leaks in the water department? Let's not be impertinent, bud. Just give me the plates. A low number. Okay. Where's your registration slip? Registration slip? It's on my steering wheel. Oh, did you bring your steering wheel? Now see here, just because I forgot. See you tomorrow, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. Nothing like birdie's oatmeal in the morning. Aren't you eating any breakfast morning? All I wanted was grapefruit. Well, there's nothing like grapefruit as a bracer for breakfast. But I always like a little something sweet after it to take away the sour taste. Pass the sugar, Leroy. Oh, clear. Oh, clear. Leroy, don't try to talk with food in your mouth. Okay. Don't swallow it. Chew it. Chew oatmeal? What's that in it? Never mind. You don't have to comfort us if you're afraid it'll get away. Leroy stores it like a pelican. Gosh, I've got to eat in a hurry or I'll be late for school. Get down to breakfast on time, young man. Gosh, I'll go someplace doing the homework. PTA ought to do something about teachers who give so much homework for little boys like me. I don't get my proper rest. You probably would if you'd get that smelly old turtle out of your room. Turtle? Leroy, I thought I heard something walking around last night. They dozed during the day so it's night for you. There'll be no dozing turtles around this house. You get rid of that thing so you can concentrate on your homework and get to bed nights. I did my homework before dinner on key. You see, Leroy, little Marjorie. Do it the way Marjorie does. Don't always be putting things off. I always say procrastination is the thief of time. Remember that. Now roll along to school. Okay, uncle. It's so late, how about giving us a ride? Yes, drop us at school on your way to the office, uncle. Well, I would, but I'm not taking the car out of the garage today. What's the matter? They've started rationing gas again? No, Leroy, but, well, it wouldn't be legal. Not legal to drive us to school? Of course that's legal, my dear, but your old uncle doesn't have his new license plates. Uncle Mord. Wasn't yesterday the last day to get them? Well, yes, but... Leroy? You get going to school, you hear? On the run. For corn shake. Honestly, uncle Mord. Marjorie, you better go along, too. And Leroy, don't you slam that door. Oh! Excuse me? Nothing, Bertie, nothing. Just the little children going off to school jet-propelled. Oh, well, if you want more coffee, just holler. I'll be out on the service port. No, thanks, Bertie. I'm full of oatmeal. And, Mr. Guilsey, before you leave, don't forget to call Mr. Charlie Anderson at the reservoir. He phoned early. I wonder what's wrong out there now. I have to call Charlie later. I've got to run now. I think I'll take the bus, Bertie. What's wrong with the car, Mr. Guilsey? Well, the license plates are out of order. I have to attend to that the first thing this morning. Oh, yes. It's been a long time since I rode a bus. Which one do I take to get to the city hall? Oh, that's easy. You go down to the corner. You know where the bus stop is. Yeah? And you know them red buses that pass every half hour on the half hour? Well, you don't take that one. You wait for the yellow one. Yellow one, no. But that won't get you to the city hall. No, Bertie. What's this all about? Well, nothing to it, Mr. Guilsey. After the man gives you a transfer... Transfer? To the main street bus. That's the green one. You catch the green one, go in south, and you're in. Zeef. I had no idea that transit companies made such a project of getting down to the city hall. Well, they raised the fare, so they got to make it look good. Mr. Guilsey, I think all the city officials ought to get busy. Now, Bertie, let's not be critical of the city officials. We're doing a good job. Oh, I know you are. We may have our little problems, but Summerfield is a growing city. People moving in, industry springing up. Look out that window, Bertie. You see all that smoke? Pretty soon we'll be just like Los Angeles. Can't see the town for the smoke. I'm looking, Mr. Guilsey. As soon as I wash the clothes, I'm going to clean that window. Of course, somebody else was going to clean them all last fall. Yeah. Gotta catch a bus, Bertie. Should she say a red one? Driver, does this bus go down? No, talking to the driver. Read the signs. Oh, pardon me. This is a nice little subdivision. Not many houses, but the trailers all look new. Hey, wait a minute. Driver, stop that bus. You're going away from town. Let me off here. Why didn't you tell me this was the wrong bus? Why didn't you ask? Oh, you said the auto. Well, you did. To the way out here in the Tuleys. The time I get back to the city hall, I'll need 1950 license plates. Here comes a car. Hey, mister, how about a ride to town? Who wants a ride with a load of pigs? Anderson, you nearly ran over me. What's the big idea? Hey, commissioner. Might have fancy footwork he's doing there. Michigan to Notre Dame be after you for the backfield if you was a younger man and had a high school education. All right, Charlie, scaring people isn't funny. Why aren't you on the job at the reservoir? Why aren't you on the job at the office? Dad, Pusted Water Department's going to the dogs. Now, Charlie, just because you've been with us a few years, don't bite the hand that feeds you. I wouldn't if it fed me enough. Let's watch our attitude, Charlie. Well, if you don't like it, commissioner, you can get yourself another boy. All right, George, that's the way you feel. I may just get my... Go ahead, get him. Throw me off. An old man of 70 can always latch on somewhere. No, Charlie. You just tend to business it. How about driving me back to the city hall? Oh, can't do it, commissioner. Got a drum of gasoline and back for the pump engine. But, Charlie, I can't walk into town. Well, if the pump stops, we ain't got no water. If there ain't no water, the water commissioner might get himself another boy. So long, commissioner. Charlie, come back here. One of these days, I'll get myself another boy. I don't people get their license plates early. Anyway, the line isn't quite as long as it was yesterday. Nothing's gonna stop me this time. Well, well, well, if it isn't my friend, Gildersley, do you have to have a license for that old chariot of yours? You two hookers, fall in behind me. I got mine a month ago, Gildy. I always say procrastination is the thief of time. Great. Let's try to be a little original, Horace. What are you loitering in the halls for, anyway? I was just on my way out when I saw you. Have you, uh, talked to Chief Gates lately? No, what's up? Well, I suppose the Chief will tell you in due time. There are big plans in the wind for the S-P-E-B-S-Q-S-A. What's that, another third party? No, no, Gildy. The S-P-E-B-... Don't repeat it. Just tell me what it means, Judge. Gildy, you know about the society for the preservation and encouragement of barbershop quartet singing in America, incorporated, don't you? Oh, that! Well, who doesn't? Chief Gates is local chairman, and the Jolly Boys are going to enter the Capital City Contest next month. Well, that's wonderful. But wait a minute, Judge, there are five members of the Jolly Boys and only four in a quartet. That's right, Gildy. What are you cackling about? Floyd sings top tenor, Pee-Vee is baritone. Of course, Chief Gates is bass. And who do you think the Chief will select to sing lead? Well, I wonder. I know what you're thinking, Gildy. And as a crooner, you're pretty good. Well, there are the good ones, Crosby, Nelson Eddy. Yeah. But a quartet requires close harmony, and the Chief has frequently complimented me upon my teamwork in group singing. Oh, and he's complimented me, too. What about Gildy? Well, I'll see you here, Hooker. This is no place for favoritism. Oh, no. Everyone must be judged on his own merits. See you around, Gildy. When I walk down to the police station, I have a P-knuckle game set with Chief Gates. Well... Apple polisher, I'm going with you. You're next, Mr. Gilder-Sleeve. I'll tell your registration slip. Sorry, I can't stay. Wait up, Judge. I'll never get those license plates. We'll be back with a great Gilder-Sleeve in just a minute. You know, Judge Hooker's quite a fellow. 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And Parkay Margerin is the Margerin everyone likes. Nourishing, economical, delicious. Millions of women all over America insist on nourishing economical Parkay Margerin. It tastes so good that P-A-R-K-A-Y Parkay Margerin made by Craft. Now let's rejoin our friend, the great Gildersleeve. His mission to get his 1948 license plates has been interrupted by a new crisis. Who will sing lead for the Jolly Boys when they go to the Barbershop Quartet Contest in Capital City? Pee-Vee, I'm a better singer than Judge Hooker, aren't I? Well, I wouldn't say that. But Pee-Vee, I am. You know I am. Yes, I know it, but I wouldn't say it. Judge is a pretty good customer of mine. Oh, my goodness. But down deep in your heart you wouldn't say he's better than I am, would you? No, I wouldn't. Well, that's better. Because you are a pretty good customer of mine, too. Pee-Vee. But it wouldn't be too bad if you missed out, Mr. Gildersleeve. We should have a lot of fun on those two days in Capital City. Mrs. Pee-Vee has approved the trip. Oh? I'd rather think Margaret Truman's tour paved the way for me. Made quite an impression with Mrs. Pee-Vee. Well, I'll be there, too, if I ever locate Chief Gates. Hooker and I went looking for him, but he wasn't in. I've been walking all over town, Pee-Vee. Car break down? No, but I didn't get my new plates. Day late, so I've been walking. Oh, that's too bad, Mr. Gildersleeve. Why didn't you take the bus? The bus? Pee-Vee, have you ever tried to ride the buses in this town? It takes you all day to get some place. No, Mr. Gildersleeve, I ride them every day. I have to leave home a little earlier in the morning and usually get home to Mrs. Pee-Vee quite late in the evening. I'd rather like the buses. Well, I'd have my place if it wasn't for this quartet business. Oh, so, lady, as yours you must allow. Oh, Floyd, not bad. Hi, fellas, what's up? Oh, fine. Give me a couple of packs of cigarettes, Pee-Vee. Just been in that line to get my license plates, and my nerves are shut, huh? You late, too, Floyd? Yeah, you ought to see the line. Ain't seen one so long since cigarettes were rationed. Hey, give me two cartons instead of two packs, Pee-Vee. The news ain't been too good lately. Really, well, Floyd, no limit. Hey, uh, C'mish, I picked up the chief and drove him down to the city hall when I got him a plate. You picked up the chief of police before you got your plates? Yeah. You can get fine, Floyd. You're a day late. Fine by chief Gates? He's too soft-hearted to find a friend. Just looked the other way when he got in and out of the car. Well, Riley's in a good mood. I guess I better go see him about who's going to sing lead. Oh, yeah, he said he had a hard time making up his mind who to take to Capitol City. Frankly, I wish you was going along, C'mish. What's this, Floyd? Well, it ain't just this trip. If we win, we go to the district convention. District convention? Well, George, I'm not going to miss that. And maybe the National in Oklahoma City next June. Make a big hit with those scores with a little string of beads. That should be very interesting. I've never seen an ending. Sorry you won't be with us, C'mish. That settles it. I'm going down until chief Gates a thing or two. I'll be in the quartet or know the reason why. I had a boy, C'mish. Be good to have your board. But easy does it. Now, you and the chief never was too chummy, was you? Well, he's never had anything against me. Yeah, but you ain't been like him and the judge. Pitchin' horseshoes in the park on Sunday, playin' pinocchio. Darn that hooker. There's anything I can't stand, it's Apple policy. Oh, before I go, you better give me a couple of cigars, Pee-Vee. Very well. May I suggest about four of the 32-cent acmeotos? 32-cent cigars? Pee-Vee. That's what the judge bought. But hooker doesn't smoke. Yeah, chief does. Pee-Vee. Give me the acmeotos. Chief would better be in this time. I've walked 10 miles today at least. Jails. Something about jails. Pardon me. Pardon me, desk sergeant. Yes? Is the chief in? No. Anything I can do for you? Well, no, I have to see the chief. That's what they all say. The desk sergeant will never do. So you have to tell somebody. You want to get it off your chest. You wander into the station and want to get locked up. What? But will you confess to me? No. You have to tell the chief. I'm the guy who locks you up anyway, so why don't you tell me? Locks who up? Come on, buddy. Fess up to me. Who knows? I may be chief someday. Well, I did now see here. I didn't come here to confess anything. I'm the water commissioner. The water commissioner? Oh, well, pardon me from them. Worried look, I thought you... Never mind. Where's the chief? Just went off duty, Mr. Commissioner. Fine fellow, the chief. A little easygoing, but you know where he lives, don't you? Well, down the street here, someplace. Third house down. You can't miss it. If you come into this corner cell here, you can see it through the bars. No, thanks. I'll find it. Chief's home all right. I can see him through the kitchen window. I'll do it in the back way. More personal. Well, at least Hooker's not hanging around. Well, Commissioner Gildersleeve, come in, come in. Yeah, thank you, chief. Commissioner, this is a real surprise. I'm glad you dropped in. Well, it's been quite some time since I've been over. I thought I should. Good, good. I've been looking forward to a little heart-to-heart, man-to-man friend-to-friend talk to you. And if you don't mind, we'll just stay out here in the kitchen. Hazel usually prepares him a foot bath when I come off duty, but she's upstairs with a little headache. Oh, too bad. I noticed you had your shoes and socks off, but I wasn't going to say anything. Nothing like hot water and salt after you've been pounding the pavement, Commissioner. I'll go right ahead, if you don't mind. Oh, no. I don't mind. In fact, my feet are a little tired. I might get in there with you. Don't believe there's room, Commissioner. Oh, I had a hard day, too. Up and down the street since morning, warning people to get their new license plates. Warning them. Their cars shouldn't even be on the streets. I know, Commissioner, but... Oh, it's a little hot, but what comforts? Hmm, what feet? They even look bigger underwater. What's that, Commissioner? I say, have you heard from your daughter? Oh, no, no, but nice of you to ask, Commissioner. Hand me the salt there. Would you, Mr. Gilda Sleeves? The salt? Oh, sure. Glad to. We have some barbershop quartet songs laid out here on the table. Oh, yes, yes, I have. I tried to call you, Commissioner, about a little trip. Some of us will be making. Nice selection here. Kentucky Babe, Silver Threads. And it's my responsibility to select a team of four from the Jolly Boys. You understand. Oh, yes, I understand. Here's one that calls for a good lead singer. Darling, I am growing old. Commissioner. Silver threads among the gold. Shine upon my brow. Now, look, Commissioner. I admit you're a fine singer. But this thing has put me in a difficult position. What's difficult about it? I'm a better singer than Hooker. Leave the old goat home. Now, Commissioner, is that nice? What does being nice have to do with it? Your job as chairman is to make the right selection, isn't it? But, Commissioner, the judge has been awfully good to me. Just had me and Hazel out to dinner the other evening. And he's always asking about my mother and Salinas. Oh, my goodness. I just asked about your daughter. Yes, but let's be good sports about this, Commissioner. Good sports? That's the trouble with you, Chief. You're too easygoing. You have to be hard in this world. You let people push you around. Even the lawbreakers. Mr. Gildersley. It's true, Chief. You better be careful of that. Death Sergeant will be Chief before you know it. The Death Sergeant? Just a friendly warning. Come to think of it, he has been a little aggressive lately. You're darn right. And I'm your friend, or I wouldn't speak to you like this. My Ned, maybe you're right, Commissioner. I guess it is time I laid down the law around here a little at that. You bet that the Boy Scouts help the women across the streets. Get tough, Chief, and start getting tough tonight at the Jolly Boys rehearsal. I hate to tell the judge, my old friend. You have to. Well, perhaps we can find something else for him. Make him a corresponding secretary or something. Corresponding secretary? What does he do? He stays home, answers the correspondent. I'm sure the judge will be honored and delighted. Yes, sir. And congratulations, Chief, on your new attitude. Well, I guess I have you to thank, Mr. Gildersley. And I admit I feel pretty good about it. Glad to be of help. It's a good thing we got our feet together. Heads together. Huh? See you tonight, Chief. Oh, here's the salt. All is young and fair. Light on up at the club already. Some of the boys must have come early. Hooker, for one. Well, I can't. Hooker's flat. Do they ever need me? Oh, brother. Hold it, darling. This may be the Chief now. Oh, no, it's only Gildersley. Hi, Commissioner. Hi, Floyd. Mr. Gildersley, we're just limbering up. Yes, Gildersley. You might try to sing the chief's part until he comes. Why, you won't do it. And until our chairman shows up, I'll direct the rehearsal. I'm certain he'd want it that way. Whittle Gates does come. All together now. She's only a bird in a gilded cage. I'll supply the leaves. You're right ahead, Judge. I'll supply the bird. Now, Gildersley, just because you're not going on the trip, don't be bitter. Got a little surprise coming, Judge. Have you here of a corresponding secretary? What? Well, hello, fellas. Hi, Chief. Oh, I'm sorry to be late, but I guess the policeman's work is never done. Well, you're here, Donald. Now we can really get going. Donald. I meant to be here early, too, but I've been tagging cars all the way down to the club. Tagging cars? You chief? Yes, me. People have been taking advantage of me about long enough and I can be pushed too far. It's time to get tough. Right, Commission? Right, Chief? Hey, the Chief saw it. Well, who wouldn't be? Some smart guy even had the audacity to park right in front of our club without his new license plates. Ah, Chief. You mean the 1936 Studebaker? Yes, it was a Studebaker. Come to think of it. Well, don't get upset about that car. It's mine. What are we seeing, fellas? Your car, Mr. Gildersley. I tried to get my license plates yesterday and today. And you, a city official. I'll get them tomorrow, Chief. Donald, first thing. The penalty to all offenders is $10. $10? And Commissioner Gildersley. Yes? What kind of a corresponding secretary do you think you'll make? Well, I don't know. I'm never... No, Chief! 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I'm afraid I owe you an apology. No wonder you couldn't get your license plates yesterday. They ran out of new plates about four in the afternoon. They did? I mean, yeah, they did. But they'll have more in this noon. Well, good. I'll get right down there at the stroke of twelve. That's a good idea. There's a line outside the city hall already. Not again. Good night, folks. They really keep me in line. The Great Gildersley was played by Harold Perry. It was written by John Elliott and Andy White with music by Jack Meakin. Included in the cast are Walter Tetley, Louise Erickson, Lillian Randolph, Earl Ross, and Richard Legrand. This is John Wald saying good night for the Kraft Food Company, makers of the famous line of Kraft quality food products. Tomorrow night, Walter O'Keefe will be Al Jolson's guest on the Kraft Music Hall, heard over most of these NBC stations. Don't miss it. Remember, tomorrow night, for exact time, see your local paper. 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