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I just had a horrible thought. The wind's blowing toward Mr. Bullard's house. You think we ought to burn the tarpaper and hot water bottle? Put out the match, Leroy. Yeah, we better not burn it. I remember the day you burned the old tire and Mr. Bullard came rolling over. Yeah, he did it that. You sure were shaking, honk. Yeah, I was not. I just came out without my sweater. Ah! Leroy. What did he call you when he came over, honk? Yeah, I don't remember. I do. He called you a big water buffalo. Well, I didn't want to start trouble. And when you didn't resent that, he called you a nincompoop. Oop. Bullard can't call me that. Leroy burned the pile. Oh, boy, this is going to be key. Bullard may not be home anyway. Yeah, yeah. See, that tarpaper's going to make a lot of smoke. I'm not trying to antagonize him. I am. Shh. There's Bullard on his porch. He even looks like a bear. He's coming across the street. Here we go again. If he calls you a water buffalo, I'll pour it on. Well, he'd better watch it. I've had about enough of him. Ah, dog, this is going to be the biggest battle we ever had. This is the most smoke. Well, I'm standing on my ground. What a hard neighbor to get along with. Good morning, Gildersley. Bullard, don't you good morning me. What's the matter, Gildersley? Are you upset about something? No. But aren't you? Of course not. Oh, for corn's sake, all that tarpaper for nothing. You mean you don't object to all this smoke drifting over your way? Gildersley, if you do me an injustice, you speak of me as if I were a crotchety, mean neighbor. Well, aren't you? Yeah, I mean... Oh, I'll admit there was a time when you irritated me, but not anymore. I'm in love with all the world. Well, I'm glad to hear it, Mr. Bullard. Glad you're not offended. Yeah, I just thought perhaps this smoking tarpaper might annoy you. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, as a matter of fact, Gildersley, I came over to tell you I think you're setting a fine example for the neighborhood. Yeah, I am. I like to see the community neat looking and well kept. Gildersley? Yes, Mr. Bullard? You're a prince of a fellow. Good day. Good day, Mr. Bullard. Did you hear that, Leeroy? He called me a prince of a fellow. He sounds more honest when he calls you an income poor. Hardly see out the living room window. Look at that smoke pouring across the street. Bullard over there eating it and saying he likes it. You're so nice to me I don't trust him. You must be after something. I'll get it! Yeah, I'll get it, Bertie. Well, Judge, I didn't expect you. Well, I didn't expect to drop in, but I saw the smoke and thought perhaps the water commissioner was running a railroad. Yes, yes. Where do I catch the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe? Oh, my goodness. The old goat's off his trolley. I feel particularly chipper this morning, Gilder. Well, I'm glad somebody does. Why, what's the matter? I'm having trouble with Bullard again. Oh, what's he doing to you this time? He's being nice to me. Rumson is being nice to you? That sounds unusually tolerant for him. Yeah, that's not all. He called me a prince of a fellow. What do you suppose he's up to? Well, he's probably grown weary of bickering, and now he wants to live in harmony with his neighbor. Yeah, I doubt that. The male fist has cast aside the sword. Now you must clasp his hand in friendship, and together raise the olive branch on high. Yeah, don't be silly, judge. Bullard wouldn't hand me an olive branch. Poison oak, yes. Gilder, you underestimate yourself. You and Rumson have every reason to be friends. You're both important men here in Summerfield. We are? Well, yes, we are. Yes, he's an influential man, and you're the water commissioner. Judge, you have a fine analytical mind. Thank you. And Gilder, you mustn't overlook the human side. The human side? Rumson lives alone, as do I. His heart must cry out for fellowship in a cheery word. I know mine does. Judge, you just got me feeling good. Don't make me cry. Just vicious a bullard. Just because he admitted he likes me. Judge is right. Why shouldn't he like me? Everybody else does. Men, dogs, babies, women. See, I wonder what Catherine's doing these days. She's a good car in front of the house. Judge, I think I'll stop in. I've been so busy since the twins came, I've hardly seen her. I may even take her out tonight. She'll appreciate it. Nurses get lonely, too. Beautiful Katie, beautiful Katie. You're the only one. Wow, hello. Hello, Catherine. Remember me? Of course. How are you, George? George. Just joking, Troc Morton. But I haven't seen you for so long. Come in. Thank you. Say, you have a nice tan for so early in the season. I can tell that. Your tan looks great with that white uniform. I hope you've had a pleasant spring. Yeah, Catherine. I realize I neglected you. But I've been busy with the family, all. Oh, I haven't been neglected. You haven't? Woman's pride. She's just dying to have me ask her for a date. Catherine, guess why the water commissioner dropped in? To read the meter. No, Catherine. I want to take you out tonight. Sorry, but I have a date tonight. You? It's possible, you know. Yes, I didn't mean that. You're a very beautiful girl. And I haven't been around lately, so... It is possible. How are the twins, Troc Morton? They're fine. Good Catherine, about tonight. And Margie? Margie? Wonderful. Bronco must be awfully proud. He is. Catherine, speaking of tonight. How is Birdie? Catherine, stop it. Stop what? You don't really have a date, do you? Well, I'd ask you to come along for proof, but I don't think he'd like it. You know... Catherine, I know I can't ask with whom you're going, but what are you going to do? We're going on a voting party late this afternoon. Voting party? At Grass Lake. There's a full moon tonight. Should be fun. Oh, yes. Full moon. Well, I won't ask with whom you're going. It's pretty hard to get information out of a nurse. Who could be taking Catherine on a boat? Yeah, it's probably some young intern with a rowboat. Has to be back at the hospital by eight o'clock. Yeah, I hope. Well, no concern of mine. Somebody takes my girl out for a boat ride in the moonlight. I'm not going to worry about it. Unky, why do you look so worried? Me? You know, just wondering what I should do this afternoon, my dear. Well, you haven't seen Miss Milford for a long time. Why don't you call her? Yeah, I... Not today, my dear. Unky, you're still not worried about Mr. Bullard, are you? Mr. Bullard? Well, about why he was so nice to you this morning. You know that? Well, as the judge explained, he's a lonely man, and... Say, I'm not doing anything, either. I think I'll run over and invite him to go bowling with me. Why not? Yeah, I'll do it. See you later, Marjorie. Yeah, this is a nice thing to do. Well, I'll appreciate my asking him. Well, there he is just getting into his car. Bullard! Mr. Bullard, how about going bowling with me this evening? Bowling? Yes. After our little talk this morning, I realize I should spend more time with you. You're lonely, you know. I am? So how about a little game? Well, thank you, but I have an engagement. You do? Late this afternoon, I'm going boating. Boating? Oh, yes. You do have a boat. I just noticed you have a nice tan, too. Thank you. You've been spending quite a little time on the boat recently, have you? It's been a lovely spring. Yeah, I know it's coincidental. Did I just talk to a party who's going on a boat this afternoon? Because I won't ask with whom you're going. Well, it's no secret, Gilda's leave. No, it isn't. Well, good. I'm going with Miss Milford. Oh, that's why you've been so nice to me. Well, why shouldn't I be nice to you? You've been nice to me. You have? You haven't once interfered with my seeing Catherine. You've thoughtfully withdrew from the competition. 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Well, I just dropped in for a coke and a chat, Peavey. Very well. What do you want first? The coke is five cents and the chat is free. You have the coke first, Peavey. Very well. What would you like to chat about, Mr. Gildersleeve? Nothing in particular. Peavey, a friend of mine is a little concerned about losing his girlfriend. You don't say. An unscrupulous neighbor has been dating my friend's girl behind his back. They've been taking boat rides in the moonlight. In fact, they're going boating late this afternoon. What's wrong with that? You wouldn't advise this friend of mine to worry about it, would you? Mr. Gildersleeve, do you want an honest answer or do you want me to tell you no? Peavey, I don't want you to tell me anything. I'm just asking for a friend of mine. No. Peavey, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm the person involved. Would you believe for one minute that Catherine Milford would throw me over for a boat ride on Grasslake? Well, here she comes. You might ask her. Peavey, drop the subject. Hello, Mr. Peavey. Well, hello, Miss Milford. Well, and Throckmorton. Hello, Catherine. What can I do for you, Miss Milford? I'd like some suntan lotion. I'm going boating on Grasslake. What a coincidence. Mr. Gildersleeve was just telling me about a girlfriend of a friend of his who's going boating on Grasslake. Peavey. I think he's on to me. Any particular brand of suntan lotion, Miss Milford? Well... Catherine, have you decided to go boating in the daylight instead of the moonlight? We're doing both. Late afternoon and evening. Ew. Catherine is a great favorite with the ladies. Very soothing, they tell me. Is it a large party, Catherine? Or just a small group? Say, two. I think there'll be several couples, Throckmorton. Good. What about this lotion, Mr. Peavey? Well, a lot of people use it at the beaches. I've seen people patting it on themselves and even patting it on each other. Oops. One wouldn't dare. I'll take a bottle, Mr. Peavey. Here you are. Thank you. Bye, Throckmorton. You'll call me sometime, Morton. You bet. You can depend on that, Catherine. A lot of people are going boating, Mr. Gildersleeve. Yes, yes. You can have a lot of fun on those boating parties. I guess so. I'm here to tell you. I remember the time a couple of us were fishing alongside a cabin cruiser. They were having a boat party, too. Long toward dusk, they invited us aboard. They did? Yeah, quite a time. I'd like to do it again. Peavey, you're not suggesting that you and I go fishing this evening? Well, I can't myself, but Floyd likes the wet-align. They say fishing's pretty good if you get in fairly close to Mr. Bullard's boat. Peavey, I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. In your case, it was different. You didn't even know the people. But if I went out there, it'd be planned and premeditated. I couldn't force myself to be that brazen. Well, I wouldn't say that. Well, I couldn't. How about it, Floyd? We just sit there fishing, and then pretty soon. You just want to keep an eye on your girl. You don't need me. Yes, I do. You might look a little pushy if I rode out there alone. Yeah, I mean, be a pal, Floyd. Close up your barbershop and we can be out there before sundown. I should close up and lose money? Floyd, look at it this way. It might be time well spent. It might be a good investment. Yeah? How often does Mr. Bullard come in for barber work? Well, not too often. Well, Floyd, if you rub elbows with Bullard socially, he might come in all the time. Yeah, it wouldn't be bad, come in. Yeah, there'll be others on the boat, friends of his, big spenders. You might get them all coming to your shop. Well, you've got an angle there. You bet I have. Actually, it's very nice of me to invite you to the party. Okay, Commish, I'll gamble. Yeah, don't worry, Floyd. You'll never regret it. I'll pick you up in half an hour. Good thing I called Floyd and reminded him to dress up. Hey, George, the old white fennels look pretty good. Some people may think this is going a little far to get on a boat. You know, I'm not really horning in, unbuttered. He horned in on me first. He went behind my back. You know, I'll slip up behind his boat. Stop, Bunk, where you going? Fishing. Fishing? Yep. In those clothes? What do you expect to catch, mermaids? I caught Mr. Gillsley, and I sewed on the two white buttons it was missing. Yeah, thank you, Bertie. My, my, don't you look nice. I don't know where you're going, Mr. Gillsley, but I bet you have a good time. You won't believe this, but he says he's going fishing. Fishing? That's right, Bertie. What do you think, Bertie? Well, when a man puts on his blue flannel coat and his two-toned shoes and his ice cream pants, Bertie don't think he's going fishing. Yes, I am, Bertie. But Mr. Gillsley, when a man goes fishing, he carries a line. Well, I've got that, too. Yes, sir. In paddling this canoe. Hey, commission, ain't we being a little obvious? I'm the only double-breasted blue surgeon this lake has ever seen. I admit it's a bold move on my part, Floyd. But once they see us from the boat, Bullard will have to invite us aboard. Yeah, well, look cheap to his guests. Yeah, of course, once I get aboard, Bullard will realize I've outwitted him. But what can he do about it? Nothing. It's the sense you'll have to be nice to your in front of your own girl. Not so loud, Floyd. Voices carry on water. Oh, oh, yeah. Hey, the closer you get to that boat, the bigger it looks. Yep. We made it before sundown, too. They can't miss seeing us. Hey, where are them big spenders you were talking about, commission? Yeah, I don't see any on deck. I hope I didn't close my barbershop just to wait. Floyd, Floyd. They must be in the cabin. The lights are on. Yeah! Look, there's somebody at the window, commission. You where? Ah, now he's gone. I bet it was Bullard giving you the cold shoulder. Well, wait until Catherine sees me. We'll get aboard. Yeah! You're giving us a tumble. Well, I'm going to attract some attention. Yeah, I don't think they've seen us. Here, Floyd, you take the paddle. Hey, commission, you're not supposed to stand up in the canoe? Yeah, I'm just going to wave as we drift past the portholes. They're bound to see me now. Well, take it easy, commission. You're rocking the boat. I got my best suit on. Floyd, I know how to handle myself. Look out! Go, go, go! Don't get upset. Go! I didn't get to do it on purpose. Oh, pipe down and help me in the canoe. Yeah, Floyd. All right, now that we're in the water, let's make the most of it. Huh? We still have to haul us aboard. Yo-ho, there! Our canoe chipped over, thank you. Tell them to hurry. My soaps getting tight. It looks like we'll have to come aboard and dry off. You don't want to butt into your party. Ah, hey, I postpone. You do postpone. Oh, I see. Well, Floyd, should we write the canoe in bed? Floyd, Floyd! Not about it, really, Roy. I may never get up. What's the matter, Anki? She fell on a lake. Oh, poor Uncle Mord. How'd you get that lump on your head? Floyd batted him with a canoe paddle. Well, this is the end. Your old uncle has made a fool of himself for the last time. I never could've looked at another woman as long as I live. I've learned my lesson. I'm putting a woman out of my life forever. Anki, I came up to tell you Miss Milford phoned. Catherine? She's on her way over to see you. She is? Where are my clothes? Give me a clean shirt. What a sweet girl. What a quick change! What a character! John Heston, Brian, Gail Gorton, Cathy Lewis, Earl Ross and Dick LeGrand. This is John Heston saying goodnight for the Kraft Foods Company, makers of the famous line of Kraft quality food products. Be sure to listen in next Wednesday and every Wednesday for the further adventures of the Great Gilder Sleeve. Here's a thrifty secret for making economy meals come to life. 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