 The Craft Foods Company presents The Great Gilder Sleeves. Yeah! It's The Great Gilder Sleeves starring Harold Perry, brought to you by The Craft Foods Company, makers of Far K. Margeron and a complete line of famous quality food products. Let us journey now to Summerfield. Summerfield, the city of homes nestling like a pearl in the golden setting of the autumn countryside. Trees. Trees are one of the loveliest features of this lovely little town. Shimmering poplars, stately elms, giant maples lining the quiet streets. And as they turn from crimson to gold, the leaves come drifting down. And as the leaves come drifting, in each front yard we find a small boy raking. Raking away for dear life. Ah, the simple joys of youth, the rich reward of living close to nature. For as he reaps the golden harvest, raking the leaves into orderly piles, ever and anon comes the playful wind and scatters them. I'm out and doing it myself. Finished already? You clear away the dishes. You're right ahead, Bertie. You're finished, aren't you, Margie? What? Oh, yes. Just leave the coffee, Bertie. I always like a little coffee with my morning paper. Yes, sir, you sure do. Now, Leroy, what seems to be the trouble? Why aren't you out raking leaves? It's a darn wor- Basket. Well, uh... I need somebody to help me. Help you. That's ridiculous. All right. How would you do it? Well, there's a will. There's a way, my boy. Yeah. Huh? Uh... I'll tell you what. If you finish raking up the yard by this afternoon, I may have a nice surprise for you. What? You're invited to a birthday party. Yeah? Who's? I said you'd be delighted to come provided you finish up your work first. Yeah, yeah. Who's party? Little Craig Bullards. I think it was very nice of his mother to ask you. She thawed up a few minutes ago. That doesn't. I'd give up my gardeners. I told her, Leroy, that you would come. Gosh, I think I might have something to say about it. I think you might have asked me. I don't have to ask you, my boy, because you're going, and that's all there is to it. Nice. There goes my Saturday. All right, now you're going out and rake those leaves. Okay, but I need somebody to help me. Watch, help me. She's not doing anything. I'm busy. Yeah, reading a book. Go rake the leaves, Leroy. She gets to read at the table. You'll never let me. He's right, my dear. You know the rule, no reading at the table. What about you? This is different. I'm reading the newspaper. I'm merely trying to keep abreast of the times. What's the book, Marjorie? The Art of Ballet Dancing. Tweet. Leroy, what did I tell you? You go out and rake the leaves. Now, that is a gross misstatement of fact. Well, if anybody ever caught you lifting a finger around here... Yes, Bertie, how about it? Down here, his uncle. Well, Bertie? I pay. I don't have no to talk to your uncle like that. Just leave this to me, Bertie. Leroy didn't mean that, Miss Gilsley. Just leave this to me, young man. I'm going, uncle. You will rake the entire yard, front and back, every inch of it. Every leaf, every twig, every pebble. All of it? All of it. He... There's one thing I demand of a boy, it's respect. Why shouldn't it? Why shouldn't I take a little... Well, take it easy. Yeah, why shouldn't I? I work hard at the office all week, trying to support everybody. When I come home here... Well, Marjorie? If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go upstairs. Marjorie, this is a matter of discipline. This is... They asked me, a man's entitled a little rest. After he's worked hard all week, besides a boy ought to learn to help around the house, acquire the proper work habits. That's important. I had learned to work when I was a boy. Through with your coffee now, Mr. Gillespie? Yes, Bertie. What's on your mind? I didn't say nothing. No, but you're thinking something. Now, what is it? Well, I was just thinking that's an awful big yard with such a little boy to have to rake. Oh, all right, I'll rake the yard myself. Yee-gods! Water with a sieve. Get a little place raked clean, and more of them fall down. The more you rake, the more there are. Darn wind. That's right, go on, blow them all up like I'm doing, hooker. Baking cake. I never thought I'd live to see the day. The Great Gilder Sleeve actually working. I wish I'd brought my brownie. Judge, if you have nothing better to do than scoff an honest toil, I suggest you proceed on your way. Oh, I haven't come to scoff, Gildy. I've come to admire. I'll be allowed to stand here and watch her. This is something I want to tell my grandchildren about. You optimist. Look, Judge. Judge, I have no time to waste on heavy-handed wit. You're going to hang around, grab a basket, and get to work. Don't you wish it? Old goat. The 10th person who's come along here and asked me what I was doing. Leela, yee-gods, can't they see what I'm doing? I suppose so. I love the smell of burning leaves, don't you? Makes me cough. Somehow burning leaves always remind me of fall. Naturally. That's the only time you can burn them. Your nature's rock, Martin. Oh, I don't know. Didn't you used to play in the leaves when you were child? Didn't you ever get a great big pile of leaves and just fling yourself into it? Once. I went right through it. I was a little heavy in those days. Babes in the woods. How do you do that? Well, you hang me up with leaves, and then you pretend you're a big bear and you come crawling around looking for me. And what if I find you? Well, where's the game? What do I do when I find you? What do bears always do, silly? They give you a bag. Finish waking those up. Oh, I beg your pardon. I mean, don't mess them up. That's all. I wouldn't think of disturbing your leaves for the world, rock-mall. Well, you don't have to get angry, Leela. Angry over silly little old game like babes in the woods? Gracious. I don't know what you're thinking, huh? Well, that's good. But if you should ever feel like a game of pin the tail on the donkey, let me know. I know just where to pin it. I'll leave you to your precious leaves. Hmm. Right on the head, baby. Well, you've got a nice day for it. It's not too hot, and on the other hand, it's not too cold. No, just about right. That's what I was saying. When you come right down to it, I believe the fall of the year is just about my favorite season. That's so. Of course, winter is nice if you're prepared for it. So it's spring. And then there's summer. Too true. On the other hand, you can run into bad weather. Any time at all. Yes, sir, I've seen some awful winters. Some terrible springs and falls. Tell me, Mr. Gellisley, if you don't mind my inquiring. Yes? How do you come to be doing this? This raking? Lose of bet? E gods, Peebie. Is there anything so strange about this? I suppose you've never seen a man rake leaves before. No, I wouldn't say that. But I will say this. I've never seen you rake them. What is this? Conspiracy? Who sent you over here, Peebie? Nobody. Somebody sent you over here to heckle me. Now admit it. Mr. Gellisley, I was just on my way home. Was it Hooker? No, I did run into the judge on the way. I knew it. By George, I'd like to know what this country's coming to when a man can't put it around his own front yard without getting a lot of so-called wit and a lot of free advice from every Tom, Dick and Harry that comes down the street. Is that democracy, Peebie? Is that what we've been fighting for? Well, is it? I beg your pardon. Never mind. I'll tell you what it is. I'll tell you what I think it is. It's communism. Yes, it is. It's communism. Everybody minding everybody else's business. Mr. Gellisley, not so loud. Well, I'm ready for him. Let him come. I got a shotgun right upstairs in my bedroom closet. Let him come. Mr. Gellisley, nobody is coming. What's that? I say nobody is coming. Oh, no. Of course not. How did we get started on communism? I don't know. I said something about the weather. I believe I remarked that it was a nice day. Nice day for raking leaves. Well, I guess you would want to be getting on with it. Goodbye, Mr. Gellisley. Goodbye, Peebie. Glad you dropped by. Where's that rake? Oh! Who left that upside down? I'm not going to tell you, Craig. I'm going to ask you to guess. Play with me. Leroy, he's around someplace, I guess. I want him to play with me. Well, come to think of it. I guess he went downtown. No, no. Here he comes now. I'm going to play now. Scram, kid. Leroy, I'm surprised at you. That's no way. If Craig wants to play, we'll compound it play. Oh, for corn sake. Please, you got there, Uncle. Just shows what steady work we'll do, my boy. What are you going to do, Bruno? Yeah, you got a match? What would I be doing with matches? I don't know, but I've always suspected you of carrying them. Well, I'll just have to go in the house and get one, I guess. I see you're not going to offer to. Did you get me a present, Leroy? Yeah, I got one. How much did it cost? A buck. Is that all? What is it? None of your business. I'll bring it when I come to the party. Okay. I want my mother ordered four hamburgers for every kid that's coming. Four a piece? That's what she said. I heard her. And three kinds of ice cream. Ice cream or sherbet? Ice cream. Gosh. After supper, a magician is coming to do trick. A real one? Sure, a real one. My father's going to pay him. Pay neat. Boy, this might be a pretty good party after all. Huh? Uh, it sounds like a swell party. You think the magician will need an assistant? You know, somebody like me that knows his stuff? I don't know. I want to play. Sure, Craigio. Boy, let's play. What do you want to play, huh? Oh, wait. Here comes Uncle. Boy, now we'll have a bonfire. I thought I told you and Craig to play. Well, we are. We were just about to start. Weren't we, Craig? We were just deciding what to play. I know what I want to do. Okay, what is it? Let's run through this pile of leaves. I don't think that's a very good idea, Craig. I want to run through the leaves. Come on, Leroy. Now, you boys find something sensible to do. There are plenty of nice games. I want to run through the leaves. You must not run through the leaves, Craig. Let's run through these leaves together. Come on, Leroy. Let's run through the leaves. Now, I don't think we'd better, Craig. Well, I'm going to. Come on, it's fun. Don't do it, Craig. Gilder Slave. I was just escorting little Craigie across the street. Gilder Slave will be back from across the street in just a moment. Say, ladies, did this ever happen in your kitchen? Gosh, Mom, something smells awful good. Fresh baked bread. Right, here are, Johnny. I just took some bread and rolls out of the oven. Can I have some now? Please, Mom. Well, they've got to cool off a bit first. Anyway, you like them best spread with parquet margarine. And Dad used the last bit of parquet on his breakfast toast this morning. Oh, gee, Mom. Oh, cheer up, Johnny. I phoned the grocery and he said that the craft truck delivered some fresh parquet to his store just an hour ago. I'll be right back, Mom, with some parquet. Oh, boy. Fresh rolls and fresh parquet. And that's the kind of enthusiasm you'll find in millions of American homes for the fresh, delicate flavor of parquet margarine. A fine, fresh flavor that's still unmatched. Parquet is mighty nourishing, too. High in food energy and fortified with important vitamin A. And parquet is easy on your food budget. Only about half the price of costly spreads. So tomorrow, buy delicious economical parquet. P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet margarine, made by the Craft Foods Company. Now let's get back to the great gilder sleeve. Leroy has raked the leaves together again, and now his uncle thinks it's time to burn them. You might like it, Leroy. The laborer is worthy of his hire. Give me a match. Two matches. That's all a boy scout is supposed to need. I'll get by with one. Just watch. She's going, uncle. Seems to be. Why don't you light it on the other side, my boy, too, huh? Get her going faster. Good idea. Boy, she'll be roaring in a minute. Yeah, yeah. Smells good, doesn't it? Super. Hey, the wind acts like a regular bellows. Look, it's red hot. Hold the pile down with the rake, Leroy. We don't want this thing to get away from us. Okay. Boy, is that hot. Yes, sir. Well, I'll bet it. Oh, give me that rake. Darn wind. Oh, on your toes, Leroy. Stamp it out over there. Okay, I got it. Oh, my goodness. Look out, Leroy. Get that little patch over there. I'm getting one. Sweet, Leroy. Patch it. We must let this thing spread. Well, we'll put it out. Bullard, we're trying to put out a fire. That fire break cost me 50 cents a plant. If I lose that... Keep your shirt on. We're getting it under control. Yeah, it's out now, uncle. Great. We'll get back on those other places. Okay. That devil was the idea of trying to burn leaves on a windy day in the first place. It was not windy when I started. You're crazy. It's been windy all day. Not a breath of air. Well, if my hedge had burned, I'd have called the police. I have a half of mine to call them anyway. I dare you. I'll sue you for false arrest. If you'll come down off your porch, I'll come on down, brother. Enough of yours. We needn't come to Craig's birthday party this evening. Oh, I wouldn't let Leroy come to Craig's birthday party if he wanted to. Why, even if you're... The coward. Well, I guess I told him, Roy, stop moping about Craig's party. It's all your own fault if you miss it. My fault? Told you it was too windy for a fire. You've been more alert. Never gotten into Bullard's hedge. What if it did? You didn't have to offer to punch him in the nose. Gosh, every time I get a chance for some fun, you manage to spoil it. Leroy, I'm sorry. If there's anything I... What are you looking at, Leroy? Just looking out the window. Is it against the rules to look out the window? No, no, of course not, I... There's a truck from the meat market. Oh? They're getting four hamburgers for each kid. Some kids wouldn't want that many, so there's sure to be some left over. And to see what's bothering you, my boy, you're hungry. All that work and then that excitement putting out the fire? Maybe we can have hamburger over here, too. How'd that be, hmm? Doesn't matter what we eat. But, gosh, missin' all the fun. Fun? They'll probably cook the hamburgers outdoors. Regular picnic. A picnic? The very thing. We'll have one ourselves, right here. Where? Right here, in our cozy little parlor. We'll light the fire, and you and Marjorie and I'll have a picnic. We'll make popcorn, toast marshmallows, and roast apples. Ever eat a roast apple? No. Best thing you ever tasted. We'll have more fun than the bullets ever thought of having. Leroy? Hi, George. Leroy, what are you looking at now? There's the ice cream truck. Leroy, let's look on the bright side, huh? After all, this morning you didn't even want to go to Craig's party. This morning, I didn't know you were going to have all this stuff. Huh? Holy cow, this is going to be the best party in years. Now, now? What am I going to do with this lousy present? You may keep it. I don't want it. Well, then throw it away. Take it back to the store and exchange it. I don't care about the present. I want to go... Leroy, cheer up. We're going to have a lot of fun, right here. Yeah. You bet. Marjorie! Marjorie! What is it? Come on downstairs! Apple's Leroy, don't they smell good? I guess so. I'll be done in a minute. Time to pop the popcorn. Where is the popcorn, Marjorie? What? I said, where's the popcorn? Oh, there's the box up in the mantel. Gee, we've had that stuff for years. Oh, no matter. It's always good. I'd like to see you take a little more interest in our picnic, my dear. We can't have any fun if you're just going to sit there reading a book. We can't have any fun anyway. We can't have any if we don't try, my boy. Put your book away, my dear. We're going to make popcorn. Well, we can't all do it. Let Leroy do it. Leroy's going to toast marshmallows. You make the popcorn. Marshmallows. Popcorn. Here, Leroy. Here's a toasting fork. Nice long one. Here are the marshmallows. Now, Marjorie, we will pour some corn into the popper. There. Now, in no time at all, those little kernels will be big, white, crunchy tidbits. You sound just like a radio announcer. Huh? Here. You have to shake the popper over the fire, my dear. Okay. Leroy, you take the m- Leroy, what are you looking at now? The kids are starting to arrive. There's Donald Kelsey and Robert Rosenblatt. Leroy, what do you care who goes to their old party? We're having our own party here. There's Peter Fisher. There's Piggy. Stop looking out of that window, Leroy. I forbid you to look out of that window anymore. Oh, gosh, I want to see the magician. Leroy, what do you think? The roast apples are done. How about a nice roast apple, huh? You'll be hungry. You'll be hungry when you taste this. Where's the plate? I'll pull one apple out of the fire just for you. Bertie, bring me a plate, quick. How's the popcorn coming along, my dear? It isn't. Huh? Well, shake it. Never get any places holding it still. Give the gracious guilt, please. Is that all you wanted? That's fine. Thank you, Bertie. There, I'll have to brush the ashes off this. There. Now, Leroy, you just sink your teeth into that and tell me if you've ever tasted anything finer. Okay. Oh, hot. Better blow on it. Okay. Now, it does? And I... Well, we'll forget the baked apples. Let's get back to the marshmallow and the popcorn. How's it coming, Marjorie? It's dead, Uncle Mord. I think it's too old to pop. Nonsense, my dear. Here, let me give it a shake. Mm, devil's a matter with it. Come on, you little pop. I'm not putting the stuff in these poppers anymore. Then another batch, my dear. But, Uncle Mord... Do as I say. I'm going to the door. Oh, good evening, Mr. Gildersley. Who's that? Oh, hello, Mrs. Bullard. I came over to see what's happened to Leroy. Why isn't he at Craig's party? Leroy was canceled by Mr. Bullard. My goodness. Now, isn't that ridiculous? I couldn't believe it when Rumson told me. Of course we want Leroy at the party. Why, Craig simply adores him and so do I. Well, he... Rumson Bullard. Don't hang back there like a thief in the night. You come up here and straighten this thing out. I was just coming, my dear. Hello, Gildersley. Hello. I'll tell you, Gildersley. I'm afraid I lost my temper this afternoon. No, no, Bullard, I lost mine. Well, you had reason to lose yours. It seems to me I threatened to call the police. Mercy. He was right, Mrs. Bullard. He should have called them. No, no, nonsense. Little accident, no damage done. I'm tired of that barbery hedge anyway. I don't like... I mean, it's a beautiful hedge. I wouldn't have injured it for the world. Well, anyway, Gildersley, I'm sorry. And I do hope Leroy can change his plans and come to Craig's party. Oh, boy, can I? Just wait till I get Craig's present. Well, I guess Leroy can arrange it, all right. Oh, I'm so glad. You don't have to be like this. Hold on, though. Goodbye, Leroy. Have a good time. Don't... Well, you, Mrs. Bullard, I want to tell my sister something. Say, Marge, you know, I'm going to Bullard's after all. I know. Well, Aunt worked pretty hard trying to fix up all this stale stuff over here. So pretend you think it's fun, will you? All right. Okay. Goodbye, Marge. Goodbye. Word from our sponsor, the Kraft Foods Company. Just a minute, Mr. Lang. It just happens that the sponsor is giving me this time this evening, so shove over. Well, go ahead. Get off the property. 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