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That is no answer. The stars can shine for everyone. They gleam there for you. That is unworthy and undignified. I challenge my opponent to put down his ukulele and give the taxpayers of this town the straightforward answer on the question of school appropriation. Ukulele. Why does Gelder Sleeve insist that we should spend more money on the school? Mayor, I can answer that in two words. What are they? School days, school days, dear old man writing and arithmetic. I want to... Talk to the tune of the heck you say. Oh, go chase yourselves, all of you. Mayor, what kind of talk is that? Go ahead, go ahead. Don't forget the Sleeve. It'll drive you right. Temper, temper. I wrote on your slate. I love you too. Well, I guess I got us going, little friend. Mr. Gelder Sleeve. Oh, thank you, madam. Well, let's be getting along, Leroy, shall we? You think you're going to get elected? I don't know who stands a better chance, my boy. Why? Why do you ask? Well, I ran into a lady today and she said she wouldn't vote for you unless she knew which party you belong to. Well, did you tell her? How could I? I don't know myself. Leroy, you mean to tell me you don't know what party your own uncle is affiliated with? No. Do you? Certainly. I'm a candidate for nomination on the Progressive Fusion ticket. I thought that's what Mayor Terwilliger was. He is. How come? I thought Terwilliger was no good. He isn't. But you're both what you said. Progressive Fusionist, yes. Only the mayor is a reactionary progressive. That's why I'm opposing him. I don't get it. You see, my boy, the election next Tuesday is just a primary election. What's that? Well, that's to decide which of us is to be the party's candidate for mayor in the fall. The man, the Progressive Fusionist, nominating June, will run against the Independent Progressives in November. Independent Progressives? Who are they? That's the other party here in Summerfield. No good, huh? No good. Too radical, my boy. They don't amount to much anyway if I get the nomination in June, I'm as good as elected. Yes? Whatever became of the Republicans and the Democrats. Well, I'll tell you, Leroy. Funny about them. Back about 1932, the Republicans in Summerfield sort of went underground for a while. And in the meantime, the Democrats got to fighting among themselves, and they split up into the Progressive Fusionists and the Independent Progressives. So then the Republicans came out and took sides, and there you are. Is that clear? Clear as mud. All I know is I'm for you. Well, don't worry about it, my boy. By fall, your uncle will be mayor. And the chances are you'll have a new aunt, too. I say the chances are you'll have a new aunt, too. Yes? How far can you throw this rock? Oh, far. Go home, Leroy. Go on, run along. I gotta stop in here at headquarters. You're now standing in the presence of the next mayor of Summerfield. How do you know? Uh, Judge, it was a slaughter. I mowed him down. I only wish Eve had been there. She'd have married me on the spot. Say, Commissioner, you really going through with it this time? Going through with what? What kind of a question is that? If you're referring to my forthcoming merits... Oh, no offense, Commissioner, no offense. I just meant... Well, as long as you know what you're doing... Of course I know what I'm doing. I just meant... Well, I remember when you were engaged to that other party last year, that southern party. Miss Goodwin is not a party, Floyd. She's my fiance. And a very lovely lady. Isn't she, Judge? She is indeed. And she has a very lovely mother, too. Isn't she, Gildy? I like her mother. Of course you do. When's she leaving town, Gildy? Just as soon as I can get her reservations. And that's what I wanted to talk to you about, Judge. You're my campaign manager. You're supposed to be in charge of arrangements. Now, Gildy, reservations are hard to get without priorities. Well, there ought to be a priorities on mother-in-laws. But I like her, you understand? Hey, you know, I might be in a position to help you out there, Commissioner. Oh? You think you could get her reservations? Well, I know the man that could. Al Bergman, down at the depot. I did him a favor once, but keep him a mouth shut. Floyd, if you could take care of this for me, I'd be your friend for life. Could you call him up now? Well, I'd like to do you the favor, Commissioner. Only remember it was me that did it. Oh, Floyd, you're a pal. I don't know how many people would go to that much trouble for a friend. You judge? You're done right, you know. I only hope I can do as much for Floyd someday. Deepo, is Al there? Oh, this is Floyd, Al. Floyd Munson. Yeah. How you been, Al? Tell him I'd like to get a lower on the 619 tomorrow night. That's good. How's the wife? Not only do you haven't got a lower, an upper it will do. That's good. Say, Al, I got a friend here. Would you like to get reservations on the 619 tomorrow? Oh, it is, huh? Oh, that's too bad. No chance, then, huh? Fine, fix who you are, Floyd. By the way, Al, we ought to get together one of these nights. I ain't seen you lately. Remember that time you told your wife you were going to the lodge meeting? Boy, did we have a time that night. Oh, you don't need to worry, Al. There's nobody here, and I wouldn't tell anybody. You know that. My wife. Well, she'd run right over and tell your wife. That was really an evening, wasn't it? Remember when the cop came in, you and the hostess hid behind the jukebox? Say, Al, seriously, about those reservations. My friend here, you do all that. It'd be great. Call me back, will you? And, Al, remember me to the wife. Well, it's all fixed, Commissioner. He's going to call me back. Floyd, that's wonderful. How did you do it? Well, this guy's a friend of mine. Oh, well, I don't know how to thank you. Bye, George Floyd. Yeah? Next time I come in for a haircut. Remind me to get a shampoo and a massage. Oh, Commissioner. Yes, Floyd? Remember me to your girlfriend. I'll do that, Floyd. She must be home. Look, who's here? Oh, dear, it's Rockmonton. Come in. Mother, the stove, something's boiling over. I can't stay, Eve. Don't worry. Oh, I'm sorry. I was just getting separate. Can't stay but a minute. Just drop by to tell you I've got some wonderful news. Oh, really? What is it? Guess. Oh, I can't guess, Rockmonton. Tell me. Go ahead. Make one guess. Wait, you haven't done something foolish, darling. You didn't go and buy those earrings just because I happened to admire them. No, nothing foolish, Eve. Guess again. Oh, I can't. Go on. Try. Rockmonton, I have a cake in the oven. If you have something to tell me, I wish... Oh, forget the cake, Eve. Listen. I finally did it. I got your mother reservations. She leaves town tomorrow night on the 619 rain or shine. Well, I must say you seem awfully happy about it. Oh, I shouldn't I. I've been working on it for a week. I mean... Well, gosh, Eve, your mother's the one who said she had to go. You asked me yourself to get her the tickets. I mean... Gosh, I'd like to have her stay longer. I wish she could. So do I. I'd like to have her stay here forever. But she's got to go. She's got to go, Eve. Let's make the best of it. That's my attitude. Oh, you're right, dear. I'm sorry. After all, we must think of her. We mustn't let our pleasure stand in her way. You're right. We must think of Fred, too. By the way, I ought to wire him. Fred? My brother back home. Mother lives with him, you know. Oh, good old Fred. Bye, George. I've always wanted to meet Fred. I'll bet he's a great guy. He is. He's mother's favorite son. Of course, he's her only son, but he's always been her favorite. What does he do for a living, or does he...? Oh, yes. Yes. He's an engineer. Oh, engineer. Great profession, engineering. Noble profession. Building things. Is he married? No, he's a bachelor. So mother keeps house for him. Fine, fine. Ideal. Well, I've never felt that Fred thought so. What do you mean? Well, I've always felt that he was a little unhappy somehow. With your mother to take care of him? How could that be? What more could he ask? Well, I think he's always regretted that somehow the right girls never come along. Listen. Mother says he seemed rather restless lately. That's one reason she came here on this visit. Fred thought maybe the change would do her good. Listen. A man's best girl is his mother. You tell him that. You tell him to hold on to her. So, Eve, you better wire him. You better wire him right now. Oh, but darling, wire him. Don't worry. I'll get the tickets and I'll get him over here as fast as I can. But John Morton, we had no problem. Eve, wire Fred. Tell him not to worry. Tell him we'll ship her off to him in good shape tomorrow. Tell him that mother is on the way. 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Tomorrow, buy Parquet, the spread that's made by Kraft. Now, let's get back to the great Gilder's leave. It's breakfast time, but so far, only Marjorie and Leroy have reached the dining room. Marjorie is reading the front page of the paper. Leroy is reading the comics, while Bertie can be heard in the kitchen. It's so good this morning, don't you, Bertie? I sure do, Miss Marjorie. Well, I do, too. It is a beautiful day. Great day for the race. What race, Leroy? The human race. I forgot it. You all will come down soon. Oh, yes, we can wait for him. He was singing in the bathtub a few minutes ago. He must feel good, too. Why shouldn't he feel good? The election is in the bag. Oh, that has nothing to do with it. And what's he singing about? When your heart goes bumpity-bump, it's love, love, love. That's what you call him, say. Girls always think everything is love. Well, it isn't a Bertie. If you're in love, it is. Well, I wish you'd get married and get over us. Why do you think so, Leroy? Well, can you see those teachers pushing me around? Well, I like her because she's nice. You like Miss Goodman, don't you, Bertie? Well, if Mr. Gilseve likes her, I like her. One nice thing about her, she don't know nothing about cooking. That'll save a lot of wear and tear on my personality. Well, good morning, good morning. And a special good morning to you, Bertie. Why a special one for me, Mr. Gilseve? Because you're the only member of my household that's able to vote on Tuesday. You're 21, aren't you, Bertie? Yes, sir. I'm 21, going on 34. Are you registered? Been registered ever since I've been in Somerville. Fine, Bertie. I won't attempt to influence your vote, but you can have all day Tuesday off. Thank you, sir. In the meantime, would you like a little breakfast? I would indeed, Bertie. I've got to make a phone call, though. Bring it right in. Yes, sir. You seem to feel pretty good this morning, aren't you? Never felt better in my life. That's because you're in love. Well, I may have something to do with it. The fact is, I... Hello? Hello, Floyd? Gilseve? Any news for me? He's got him? All right, when do I get him? I don't care how sure you are, I want to see him. Fine, Floyd. I'll pick him up at the barbershop in four hours. So long. Bye, George. If I wasn't going to have breakfast, I think I'd go upstairs and take another bath. Fine. Because now I've really got something to sing about. Eighty-five. One dollar. Thank you, Mr. Ensum. Oh, you're welcome, Mr. Peavey. Can I serve you in any other way? No, no, that's all. I was just wondering, do you see much of Mr. Gilda's leave these days? She comes in every now and then, past time of day, or to have a soda. Does he have as many sodas as he used to? I wonder if there's any question of professional ethics involved here. Professional ethics? I was just thinking out loud, Mr. Ensum. I don't like to violate the confidence of a customer. Oh, you man. I'm just asking about Throckmorton as an old friend. Don't you know that, Mr. Peavey? After all, I was engaged to Mariam once. Oh, of course. Well, I think I can safely tell you that he has definitely cut down on his soda. Oh, the poor mine. I knew she'd be making him take off some flesh. She? Oh, yes, yes. Oh, that worries me, Mr. Peavey. Some men have to be fat to be healthy. Yeah. I think Mr. Gilder's leave over does it. Well, tell me, I understand his mother-in-law's in town. I mean, Miss Goodwin's mother. Have you met her? Well, yes. They've been in once or twice. Just small purchases, but we chatted quite a bit. What do you think of her? Do I think of her? A very pleasant woman. I know, but what do you really think of her? You want my frank opinion? Yes. A very pleasant woman. The only reason I ask is I'm curious to know what Eve Goodwin... Oh, hello, Strockmont. Oh, hello, Leela. Hello, Peavey. Good morning, Mr. Gilder's leave. What can I do for you today? Oh, I'm in a spending mood, Peavey. Want a box of candy, some magazines, some... you haven't got any flowers. What? What's come over you, Strockmont? Don't tell me Eve's having another birthday. It just happens these gifts are for Eve's mother. Oh, it's her birthday. No, it's not her birthday. Are you in the doghouse, Strockmont? Certainly not. And I wish you wouldn't use that expression in speaking of Mrs. Goodwin. She's a very fine woman. Isn't she, Peavey? A very pleasant woman, yes. She is. I'm very fond of her. Oh, it makes me awfully happy to hear that, Strockmont. Because, you know, in 20 years, Eve will be just like her mother. The reason I'm buying her mother these few little things is because she's going back home. Oh, I see. Well, it's so nice that you're so fond of your mother-in-law, Strockmont. And it's quite unusual. Oh, this whole mother-in-law business is just a myth, anyway. Nothing in it. Well, all right. Wouldn't say that. Well, all I know is every time my husband Beauregard's mother came to visit, we had trouble. She had to have special things to eat, and I almost killed myself trying to please her. Well, Eve's mother has a... I suppose you could call it a diet. But it's no trouble at all. Mm-hmm. No, really, Leela. I'll be sorry to see Eve's mother go. She's a mighty good company. Lively, you know. Something going on every minute. Beauregard's mother used to talk every minute. She used to get awfully wearing. Well, Eve's mother is different. She's well-informed on the questions of the day. Good talker. Isn't she a good talker, Pee-Vee? Yeah, she certainly is. Yes, there she is. Oh, hello, Floyd. Hello, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. How do, Mrs. Ransom? Good morning, Mr. Monson. Hi, Pee-Vee. Still helping the doctors make business for the undertakers? Well, no, I... I resent that. Good God. Well, Mr. Gilda Sleeve, I got your Pullman tickets. Oh, you have? Oh, that's fine. Yeah, that's fine, Floyd. How much do I... Yeah, I called your house. Soon as I got the tickets, they told me you were over here. Yeah, that's fine. How much do I... I could have waited at the shop, but I knew you were anxious to get a hold of those reservations, so I ran right over. He's been calling me four or five times a day. Floyd! Well, I guess we all know how it is when a fellow's trying to get his mother-in-law out of town. Oh, shut up. Hello, Throckmorton. My, what are all the packages? Oh, just a few little going-away things for your mother. Oh, how sweet. I'll call her. Oh, no, don't bother. She's probably busy packing. She is packing, isn't she? She's all packed. She's resting for a little while. Oh, I want to stoop. That's right. Nobody likes to be waked up in the middle of a little snooze, Eve. Uh, I was just gonna leave these things, but... if you're not doing anything, I might sit around for a minute. I wish you would, dear. Phew. Oh, look. Here's the Pullman ticket. Yeah, lower nine. Very comfortable, right in the middle of the car. Oh, that's wonderful. And with all these presents, Mother will be traveling in style. I'm having a corsade sent to her at the depot. Oh, Throckmorton, you're doing too much. Not the way I look at it, Eve. Now, sir, the best is none too good for my girl's mother. You're awfully sweet. How are you? Will you still think I'm sweet when I'm mayor Gildersleeve? Of course. Only then I'll say you're awfully sweet, Your Honor. Hi, George, Eve. You're quite a girl. Eve, dear, is there someone with you? It's Throckmorton, Mother. Did we wake you up? Oh, no, I wasn't really asleep. Good afternoon, Throckmorton. Hello, Mother. I certainly didn't mean you to start. You didn't. Mother, I insist you must get a little rest. Throckmorton's brought you some awfully interesting-looking presents, though, and you ought to thank him. Oh, no thanks, a necessary mother. Throckmorton, you certainly are thoughtful. Should I open them now? No, Mother. Not until you're on the train. Now, you go lie down for a little while and finish your nap. Yes, Mother. Train trips are quite tiring, you know. So thoughtful. Well, I'll see you before I leave, won't I, Throckmorton? Oh, yes. I'm taking you to the station. He thinks of everything, doesn't he, dear? I'll go and lie down for a little while, if you'll excuse me. Oh, go right ahead, Mother. There's nothing like a little shut-eye. I think so, too. But don't you let me oversleep my train now. Ha, ha, ha. Don't worry. Bye, George. She's a great old girl. I think she's the finest mother in the world. Yes, sir. Eve, have you thought about where we could go on our honeymoon? Honeymoon? Good gracious, Throckmorton. We haven't even set a date for our wedding. How about the 4th of July? Nobody gets married on the 4th of July, dear. Besides, I don't think we ought to do any traveling with the war on. We could have a honeymoon right here. Well, maybe you're right. Well, all right. Oh, excuse me. Hello? Oh, yes, Judge. How are you? Hooker. That old goat is always butting in. Yes, Judge. Mother's going this evening. Oh, yes, I'm sure she'd like to speak to you just a minute. You're not going to wake your mother up just for Hooker. Now, Throckmorton, it's very nice of the judge to call to say goodbye. Eve, have you no regard for your mother's health? For darling, I can't just... Eve, dear, did I hear the phone ring? Oh, yes, Mother. It's for you, Judge Hooker. Oh, thank you, dear. I was just dropping off to sleep. Hello? Well, it was awfully nice to meet you, Judge. I've heard so much about you. Oh, thank you, Judge. I hope to be back again very soon. Why that old... What's the matter, Throckmorton? Nothing. Oh, thank you again, Judge. Goodbye. My such friendly people here in Summerfield. Isn't Judge Hooker a fine man, Throckmorton? Oh, yeah, one of the finest, yeah. Oh, dear, I wonder whether it's worthwhile trying to get back to sleep again. Dr. Farrah says sleep isn't everything, of course, but I read in a magazine the other day that June is a good month to sleep in. Well, I'm sure Dr. Farrah would recommend a little nap just before a train trip, Mother. I think a little rest will help, Mother. Well, I'll try. If you'll both be real quiet, maybe I can drop off again. Oh, we'll be two little mice. Let's play mouse-eeves. How do you play mouse? Well, you're the little mouse, and I try to grab you there. Throckmorton, don't. Don't make any noise. You'll wake up, Mother. But you're taking unfair advantage. It's all fair and love and war. Oh, for... I try to talk very quietly. Hello? Oh, yes, this is she. Yes, please. Thank you very much. Who's that? It was a telegram from my brother Fred. Fred? He's all right, isn't he? Oh, yes, he's all right. He's just got a commission in the Seabees, and he's on his way to Washington. What's your mother? She's going to live here, dear, with us. Sheave! I seem to get to sleep. It's all right, Mother. You might as well stay up now. Disturbing you, I hope. Not at all. Come in. I could go away and come back at some more convenient time. I'm not doing a thing, Peabee. Just sitting here reading a magazine. Come on in. What's on your mind, Peabee? You're sure I'm not you? No, not at all. What's on your mind? You wouldn't want to buy a war bond, would you? You see, there's this big draw. Not if that's the way you're going to sell them. No, I didn't think you would. Wait a minute. I'm only trying to tell you, that's no way to sell bonds. No? No! You come mooching in here. He's God's man. There's a war on. There is? I mean, yes. I know that's why we're selling the bonds, the war. Well, that's no way to sell them. Well, how would you sell them, Mr. Garrison? How would I sell them? I'd make people realize there's a war going on. That's how. I'd say to them, look here, brother. You've been hollering your head off for a second front. Well, now you got it. A lot of fellows are over there fighting and dying for what you've been hollering for. Well, let's see you back them up. And then I'd say to them, the time has come, brother, to put up or shut up. That's what I tell them. You're going? Yes, sir. And I tell them more, Peabee. I'd say, look, this is the greatest chance in history. The greatest chance in history. Are you going to buy into it, or are you going to pass it up? I'd tell them, you don't have to buy bonds. Nobody's going to make you. Nobody will know. Nobody will snitch on you if you don't. But you will know, brother, you'll know that the one time when you could have done something to help, you didn't do it. And if we fail in this war, I wouldn't want to be you. And if we succeed, I wouldn't want to be you either. That's what I tell them. Do you really believe that, Mr. Gilderstein? Well, I certainly believe it. You're darn right I believe it. Sign here. What? What do you mean? You bought yourself a bond. All right, certainly I'll buy one. I'm glad to do it. You just mark right there what kind you want. But I'll say this, Peabee, you're the worst bond salesman I ever saw. No, no, I wouldn't say that. You just bought one? Yes, but I had to practically sell it to myself. Well, yes, one way to skin a cat. Peabee, you're a character. Coming from you, Mr. Gilderstein, I'd say that was from headquarters. Good night, Peabee. Good night, everybody. And remember, will you, buy that bond.