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Pick up a pound tomorrow. There's a lot of interest in the newspaper at the Great Gilder Sleeve's house this morning. The front page is pretty well taken up with the coming elections. But that isn't what interests our water commissioner. Marjorie, may I see the society page? The society page, junkie? Yes, my dear. We have him, the society page. Mr. Gilder Sleeve, wouldn't you rather have this page? There's an editorial about Mr. Bullard for Mayor. No, thanks Bronco. Just the society page. What's he want with a society page? Here you are, Anki. Thank you, my dear. What does a grown man want with a society page? All right, Leroy. Don't move. Now Leroy breakfast is over. Gosh, I'm still hungry. Leroy, what do you want with the society page? There's syrup on it. I'll eat it. Thank you. A picture of Judge Hooker. Say, there is some syrup here, right on his goatee. The old goaches were a bit. Let me see the judge's picture, Anki. I want to see that, too. What's the judge doing on the society page, Mr. Gilder Sleeve? Well, the sons of Summerfield had their annual membership meeting last night. The judge is one of the founding povics. You mean the judge is a pilgrim? I know he's pretty old, but... No, Leroy. Judge Hooker is one of the club's founders. Where'd he find that cap? There's nothing funny about that, Leroy. All the sons of Summerfield wear coon skin caps. What's that hanging down over his ear, Mr. Gilder Sleeve? That's the raccoon's tail. Doesn't he look wonderful? Just like Daniel Boone. Well, that tail's flying. It looks more like a hot rod. I know why you wanted the society page, Anki. Are the sons of Summerfield taking you in this year? Well, I haven't read the article yet, but I'm positive they'll ask me in this year. They only take in the most important men in town, Bronco. Well, that certainly should include Mr. Gilder Sleeve. Yeah? Why are you more important this year than you were last year, Anki? Uh, you well. Yeah. I thought Mr. Bullard always blackballed you. No, he doesn't dare this year. Bullard's running for mayor and he's after votes. Yeah, let's see. Say, my name isn't here. Maybe you don't need votes that bad. In fact, there aren't any names. It says the chosen few will be notified. When, Anki? Well, it says... last night. Poor Anki. He always wanted to be a son of Summerfield. Too bad, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. Yeah. If you had one of those coon skin caps, I could use it to cover my pet turtle at night. Lee Roy, I don't think you should kid Mr. Gilder Sleeve about those caps. Who's kiddin'? Lee Roy, it just happens to be the greatest honor a man can have in Summerfield to be asked to wear one of those raccoon caps. Oh, I don't know of such an honor. All the important men in town are members. Of course, my best friends belong. PV, Judge Hooker, and, uh, no goat. Uncle Mort, you shouldn't say that about the judge. Well, and take Rumson Bullard. What's he but a stuffed shirt? If you don't want me in it, I don't care. I wouldn't join those moss bags if they asked me on vented knees. Oh, boy, uncle. I can be hard to get to. Lee Roy. Oh, hello. Oh, did you see the morning paper? Yes, we saw it, Judge. Since my picture appeared, there's been a phenomenal rise in circulation. Who's circulation, Judge? The papers are yours. The papers, Gilder. They're printing extra copies. He offered. Who wants them? I do. He doesn't extra copies myself. Well, you can have my paper, too. I don't want it. You should keep it as a memento, Gilder. Now that you're going to be a son of Summerfield. I am? Last night, Rumson Bullard and I pushed your name through. You did, Horace? What a fine bunch of fellows. Oh, brother. It was too late to notify you last night. But now, by virtue of the authority vested in me, I commend you, Throck Morton, P. Gilder Sleeve, to appear at our meeting for new members tonight. Do you accept? Do I? Uh-uh. What is it, Leroy? First school. Tonight, you'll be a son of Summerfield, a very exclusive organization. Invite George is getting more exclusive all the time. I think I'll drop in the drug store and let P.V. congratulate me. Oh, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. What can I do for you this morning? You can congratulate me, P.V. At long last, I am joining the Sons of Summerfield. You've seen the judge, have you? Well, he came to see me. And, P.V., I can't wait for that meeting tonight. Well, I can't wait either. I always enjoy the horseplay before those initiations. Yes, I imagine. Horseplay? Mm-hmm. Is the horseplay fun, P.V.? Well, it is for the members. Uh, P.V., the judge didn't say anything about horseplay. Well, he wouldn't. But you're a pretty husky fellow, well-padded, sound of wind and limb. Yes, but P.V., what do they do? Not that I'm concerned about it. Well, that's all secret shenanigans. I don't know what Mr. Bullard has planned. Bullard? What's he got to do with it? He doesn't like me. No, I don't know. He seemed very anxious to have you join. He did? Then he asked to be put in charge of initiations. No. Excuse me, just a minute, Mr. G.O., please. The menemen, bandages, iodine, sterile gauze, assorted splints. P.V., what are you doing? Just getting an emergency kit ready for the meeting tonight. Bandages? I... Do you use those things in the initiations? No, we use them after the initiations. P.V., when you join the Sons of Summerfield, you don't need first aid? No, no, I wouldn't say that. Well, if it's that bad, why did you join? Well, they just came and got me. They wanted a pharmacist on the scene. Oh? And after the initiation, I wanted one, too. Oh, my goodness. P.V., I don't believe you. Well, neither did Mrs. P.V. I didn't get home for two days. P.V., you mean the initiation lasted two days? Well, counting Mrs. P.V., mine lasted a week. Oh, that's very funny. What am I laughing at? Initiation off my mind all day. You'll be over in an hour, too. In a day or two. No. P.V. was just trying to get me worked up. Nothing too in initiation. Oh, skill or sleeve? Oh, hello, Franco. Rocky, you're home early. Well, Margie, there wasn't much to do with the water department. Mr. Gillers leaves too excited about joining the Sons of Summerfield tonight. I don't reckon that. Franco, when you were in college, you joined a lot of secret organizations. I guess you had a lot of fun when you were initiated. The horse play, you know. Gee, you have to go through that stuff before you get in? Well, they seemed to have something planned. Gee, I'll dish pranks. They'll probably blindfold me and have me eat cold spaghetti. I don't mind. They put some cheese in it. Oh, I don't know, Mr. Gillers-Leave. I have an idea that'll put you through the paces. You think so? Oh, they won't do anything to you, Anki, with Judge Hooker there. Well, the judge isn't in charge of initiation. Who is, Mr. Gillers-Leave? Rumson Bullard. Mr. Bullard? What are you laughing at? What do I feel sorry for you? What do you feel sorry for? Stop laughing. Yes, sir. Mr. Bullard might do something to Anki. I wouldn't put it past him. No, my tree, there's nothing to be concerned about. There are laws to protect citizens. Oh, I don't know, Mr. Gillers-Leave. Oh, those fellows can go pretty far. A senior in college had it in for me, and when he caught me at the initiation, do you know what he did? No. That big ape waited until he got his chance, and then he... Choco, don't tell Uncle Moore about that. Why not? You don't want to frighten him. You don't have to worry about frightening me. Go ahead, Bron. What did the big ape do? No, no, Mr. Gillers-Leave. Now, I think Marge is right. I don't want to frighten you. Oh, for... Mr. Gillers-Leave? Yes, buddy. I got your new suit ready for the initiation tonight. My new suit? Yes, sir. Yes, and a fancy white shirt. If you're going to be a son of Summerfield, you've got to shine. Honky, don't you think you should wear something... well, something older? Well... Something old? Mr. Gillers-Leave, it ain't going to be that kind of initiation, is it? Well, I don't know, buddy. Everybody around here is trying to scare me. Oh, if they've taken you into that nice club, they ain't going to sport around with you, Mr. Gillers-Leave. Oh, of course not. That son of Summerfield is a gentleman's club. When they take in a new member, they ain't going to sport around. No. Those men are all your friends, Mr. Gillers-Leave. Certainly. Judge Hooker, will he get you in there and then play tricks on you? Judge? Would he? Oh, no. And there's Mr. Peavey. He wouldn't. Would he? Birdie, they're my friends. And Mr. Bullock? Well... Mr. Gillers-Leave. Yes, Birdie? On second thought, you better wear your old suit. Oh, my goodness. I've got to face that initiation in a couple of hours. There's nothing to be concerned about. Bullard doesn't dare lay a hand on me. He needs my vote. Still, they blindfold you with these secret initiations. You can't tell who's giving it to you. You know, I saw Bullard put some stuff in his car. It looked like a rope and chains. Say, I think I'll go take a peek in his Cadillac. Oh, Mr. Bullard. I didn't see you on my porch. I was about to ring your bell. I just wanted to be sure we'll see you this evening. Oh, yes. Good. Nice of you to take such an interest in getting me in the club, Mr. Bullard. I've been looking forward to this for five years. Gillers-Leave? I've been looking forward to this, too. You have? See you tonight, Gillers-Leave. What a dirty lad. You have settled him. He's laying for me, but I'll fool him. I'll fool him. I'm not going to be an old son of Summerfield. I'll fool him. Judge, about tonight. I'm not being initiated. Explain to the sons of Summerfield that I can't make it. Why not? Well, I have a previous engagement. Very important. That's what I just found out. I mean, how can you say such a thing? 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Always fresh. For freshness, for flavor, get P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet margarine made by Kraft. At your grocers. The great Gildesley was looking forward to joining the Sons of Summerfield until he learned that his long-time enemy, Rumson Bullard, was in charge of the initiation. Those Sons of Summerfield won't get their hands on me. I told them I had a previous engagement and by George, I'll get one. Yeah, I hope she's home. Why, Throckmorton? Hello, Catherine. What a surprise to see you. To see me? Well, Catherine, we have a date tonight. We do? To go dancing. Throckmorton, you didn't ask me to go dancing tonight. Well, I meant to. Yeah, I mean, are you sure we don't have a date? Of course I'm sure, silly. Besides, this is the evening you're supposed to be initiated into the Sons of Summerfield. I'd pass that up rather than break a date with a girl like you. Gorgeous. We still don't have a date. I have to work the hospital this evening. I'm due there now. You? Well, why don't I go down there with you? Oh, Throckmorton, you're so impetuous. You bet. That's probably the hospital calling. I'll have to run. You bet, Catherine. I'm sorry, Throckmorton. I have my patience to think of. She doesn't know how close I am to being a patient. I thought we may have had a previous engagement. Uncle Mort, I thought you had that... Well... Well, I don't blame you, Mr. Killer Sleeve. I'm sure you'd rather have a date with her than take Mr. Bullard's initiation. Yeah, I'll say. Dating Miss Milford's a lot less painful, huh, Uncle? Young man. Leroy, stop teasing Uncle Mort about the initiation. He's frightened and not as it is. No, wait a minute, children. I want to make something clear to you. Marjorie, Bronkel, Leroy, all of you. I'm not afraid of this initiation. I'd be down there right now if I hadn't thought I had a previous engagement. And I thought I had one. Huh! All right. I'll show all you this silly initiation means nothing to me. Where's my old suit? I'm going. Good for you, Uncle. That's the old fight, Mr. Killer Sleeve. Hello, boy. I'll spoke. Who was that for? You can stick it from the CD or pants. What's this, resident? If it's Judge Hooker, tell the old goat I'm on my way. This ain't no old goat. This is your little ball piece. I'm bored now. What up? See you soon, then. As soon as you think. Bye! You see, children, I did have a previous engagement. With Miss Milford, Uncle? You bet. Leroy, here's your geography book. I'm studying medicine tonight. You're pretty clever. You avoided those sons of Summerfield. Oh, there you are, Throckmorton. Hello, Catherine. You did rush over. Yep, hit every green light. By the way, Catherine, you're standing under one. What? The green light over the door. That means go ahead. Throckmorton, we're in the hospital. Oh, care to step out under a traffic light? I'll be off in an hour. Great. What'll I do in the meantime? Well, how'd you like to look around? See what goes on behind the scenes. Fine. If you think nobody would object. Oh, no, no, no, it'll be all right. There are just a few nurses around. Why don't you just slip into this white jacket? Me? Of course, sure. If anybody questions you, just say you're a doctor. Dr. Gildersley? Well, say you're Dr. Hubbell from out of town. Here, here, let me button the jacket for you. You watch it, Catherine. You're tickling. Now, you put on this white cap. It'll make you look professional. Even Catherine, yeah. Oh, well. Dr. Hubbell, huh? Let's see how I look in this outfit. He's a mirror in this linen closet. Say, I look pretty good. I should have been a doctor instead of a water commissioner. Dr. Throckmorton, be Gildersley. The jacket's a little tight. Look at those brawny arms hanging down there. They look very capable. Well, they should. They've turned off a lot of water in their day. Oh, pardon me. You certainly. Excuse me. Are you a doctor? Me? Yes. I'm Dr. Morton B. Hubbellsley. I mean, Hubbellsley. Oh, well, I'm an intern. I hadn't seen you around. Well, I'm not around very often. No, doctor. For a moment, I thought you might be impersonating a doctor. Me? How could you think of a thing like that? Well, I was reading where some imposter got caught doing it last week. Yeah, what happened? Well, I think he got off too easy. $5,000 fine in 10 years. $5,000 fine in 10 years. Well, see you around, doctor. I have to go take some blood counts. Who had a job? Counting blood. Well, you must look like a doctor. You fool that intern. You think I'll stroll down the hall. There's a patient with the door open. Can't be very sick. Hello there. How's the bandage split? Oh, it's a head. There's a bed turned around. Well, you smiled at me. I guess I have a good bedside manner. I thought I should have been a doctor. Yes, sir, I'm enjoying this. Oh, doctor, Dr. Hubbell. Somebody calling Dr. Hubbell. Well, that's me. Yeah, better get this tappin' jacket off. Doctor, don't take off your jacket. We need you in surgery. Surgery? You don't need me. Oh, yes, we do. It's an emergency appendectomy. Is it an emergency appendectomy? You put it in there. Young man. Well, I can't do it. I don't have my license yet. They put me under the present. Oh, my goodness. Right in here. The patient's under anesthetic. The nurses and other interns are ready. Yeah, but... But... Ooh. Look at all the people with masks on. There's the patient under the sheet. Ooh. Big fellow. Have you scrubbed up, doctor? You and I took a bath before I left home. Hurry, doctor. Scalpel. Scalpel? Well, now, wait a minute. I have a confession to make. I'm not a doctor. You're not a doctor? What? Not a doctor? Oh, you imposter. Yeah, that's right. I'm an imposter. I'm Frogmore than Big Gilder Sleeve. I only did it while waiting for a nurse. Mr. Gilder Sleeve, this is a very serious offense. Yeah, I know. $5,000 in 10 years. At least that. We'll let the patient decide. The patient? Nurse, pull back the sheet. Yes, doctor. Yeah, I don't want to see you. Why not, Gilding? Oh! Judge Hooker. Impersonating a doctor where you're Gilder Sleeve? Bullock. Is that you behind that mask? Oh, God. And Catherine. Are you in on this, too? Judge Hooker asked me. I couldn't resist helping them. Gilder Sleeve, you can't escape the Sons of Summerfield. Well, you've got me. I guess you want to take me to the initiation. This is it, Gildy. It's over. Is this all? Welcome to the Sons of Summerfield, Gilder Sleeve. Well, you fellow certainly fooled me. Say, who's in this white gown? Another nurse? Well, now I wouldn't say that. Me! A bunch of fellows. All together now for Gildy. He's a jolly good fellow. Remember, the margarine that tastes so good, because it's fresh, really fresh, always fresh, is Parquet margarine made by Kraft. 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