 Great Gilder Sleeves, a new broadcasting company brings you transcribed, a new adventure of the Great Gilder Sleeves, written by John Elliott and Andy White. Me fa so latino. Tired, huh? Yeah, that's right. No te la so fa me red. It's a good thing you're water commissioner instead of a baker. What's this? Your dough is flat. Why are you practicing? We're not going to lose a war and sing love songs for somebody? No, indeed. This is Jolly Boy's night. Ah, tough. That cut out of a date was one of your pretty girls. Oh, my boy, there's nothing quite like the camaraderie of gathering around and lifting your voices in song with TV, judge bookers, chief gates, Floyd Munson. You know, I'd much of the same evening with them and a pretty girl. In just a minute, we'll see what's going on in Summerfield. The desire for security, comfort, and companionship doesn't diminish with aging. Our elder citizens can maintain the love of life if they retain these necessary ingredients of good living. You aid the ages when you give to your community, Jeff, or United Fund campaigns. Well, the Jolly Boy's meeting in the room above Floyd's barbershop is approaching the midnight hour. Strong male voices have been ringing through the night like a bell. Slightly cracked, but what they may lack in harmony, they make up for in enthusiasm. When you're in fellows' care together, we're a star. Please wait down to the bottom of the world. A gentleman simulating as this is, I must win my way home. It's really tough. Well, perhaps we should break up. I have to be at the jail early to feed a prisoner. You do, chief? Poor fella has insomnia. Maybe that's why he became a burglar by profession. Couldn't sleep nights. Well, I put one of them on my way. Yeah, tomorrow's another day, eh, baby? I don't know, is that right? Okay, let's break it up. Unscrew the light bulb, Commiss. Yeah, you unscrew the light bulb. Why don't you have the switch fixed? Me? I'll tell you why. Because the wind I get performance in the clubroom is a total of nothing. Well... We really have no right to complain. You can say that again. Although I did seal a draft on my neck from the broken window. Okay, so you're an old grouch with a stiff neck. No, no, no. I'm a barber. I'm a barber without a dime for the room, just to close out of the goodness of my heart. All right. Well, let's get on, Don Scant. Yeah. Break it up, you guys. Look who says break it up. You started it, but... Oh. Maybe if some of you guys were bigger tippers, I'd have the money to crop it and put the room for you. Floyd, I give you my barber business. I have the scars to prove it. Is that intended as an insult? Well, as far as we're all jolly boys, remember? Well, I'm afraid that I contributed to this tattoo. You should be. When tempers flare, that is remember our miles. All for one and one for all. Good idea. Yes, it is. Now let's shake hands all around. Yeah, and come out frightened. No. And go home. Excuse me. I'm not in this argument anyway, so I think I'll go home and talk to Mrs. Bailey. Yes, Floyd, to tell you there's no high feelings. I'll be in first thing in the morning to get to work. So will I, Floyd. That's okay, Gary. Three Floydie months and don't need nothing from nobody. Yeah, we'll be in anyway. Good-bye, Edwin. I'll go with you, Keith. Yeah, all right. Bye, Dr. Connor. Yeah, that's right. See, aren't you coming, Floyd? I got to go in the barbershop. My wife, Lovie, wants me to bring the paper home. Well, good night, Floyd. Good night. No high feelings. About what? All right, there, there, there. See, a telegram. The boy must have shipped it under a door. Now who'd be sending me a cup? Mr. Floyd Munson, this is to inform you that your share of the inheritance from your grandfather's estate may be claimed of the inheritance. They settled it. Why do I tell Lovie? Me and my wife's uncle coming down to breakfast. Oh, gosh, I don't know, Birdie. I heard him coming down once. Brought his food and then went back up. Well, maybe he forgot something. I thought he was his father, actually, but not late. Well, Birdie doesn't mind him being bad, but she sure wishes the father would settle. Oh, here he comes. Good morning, everybody. Hi. Hi, Mr. Gildesley. I'll go get your breakfast again. Oh. Yeah. Yeah, we heard you coming down once. Well, I forgot my shoes. You're so sweet. You have a good noticing. I stubbed my toe. I'll tell you this. You didn't shave either. Yeah, I'm aware of that. I'm going to get a shave downtown at Floyd. You usually shave at home. Me, too. But Floyd and I had a few words last night, and I want him to have the business. Yeah. Here's your order, too. Sorry, Mr. Gildesley, please. Yeah, thank you, Birdie. Yeah, bacon and eggs would have been ready, but I had to throw away the eggs. You did? Next time you start coming down and changing your mind, let Birdie know because I had to throw away the eggs. Yeah, all right, Birdie. How'd I know he wasn't coming all the way down? I had to throw away the eggs. Sorry, Birdie. Yes, Mr. Gildesley's going a good egg, but didn't do anything to anybody. Birdie. I think we should get laid then. Wait, laid now. That's good. Oh, dear. I should have eaten breakfast downtown, too. Nice day. Now that I take a look at it. Luke, there's the judge on his way to Floyd's barbershop. Judge, I'm first in the chair. Now raise you for it, Gildes. You're all first. I cannot run an old gold any day. I cannot run a water tank. Oh, dear. You threw a block into me. So I did. Oh, well, he hasn't even opened yet. Oh, Balderdash. What a barber. He doesn't deserve our business. Gildesley, what are those signs in the window? Sign? No. Clothes. Quitting business. Fixtures for sale. I don't get it. He didn't say anything about this last night. Look, he has a big padlock in the door to our jolly boys' room. He can't do that. He did it. And if I know Floyd, he threw away the key. What do you make of it, Chief? Well, I don't know what to think. Nobody's even seen Floyd for two days. That's quite a missing. I drove the squad car out to his house, but it was locked tight as a drum. Well, I don't know, Mr. Gildesley. Hello, PD. Chief. What makes you nervous? Hey, fellows. I have news about Floyd. You don't change. I hope he isn't in jail someplace. Well, I don't know where he is. But I know he skipped town. Skipped town? Yeah. My meter reader saw him and Lubby in their old rattlesnap car heading for the city limits. Oh, I'm telling you, yeah. He slipped away yesterday morning to Bob Braybreak. Undercover darkness, huh? Why would he do that? You know Floyd. It's obvious he lets things slide until he got into grave financial difficulties. He could be. Floyd has always been my friend, but for his own good, I have to say he was a grasshopper. And I'm making the rules now that he could have touched people, but he could have run a barricade. He undoubtedly owes money all over town. He wouldn't open on time, close for football games, fishing trips. He was independent, all right. Well, you can be independent to a fault. He practically slammed the door on the judge and me after we'd had appointments. Small thanks. A little paint on the shop, a new window here and there, and he might have made ends meet. I never talk about people behind their backs, but unfortunately Floyd was a... We're the few friends Floyd has, so we have a right to talk about it. He asked for what he got. He's a poor manager. Sad. But true. You bet it's true. He's a poor manager. He wouldn't have been giving us a club room free. At least he should have charged us something. My, my. Judd says he padlocked it. Yeah, that's another thing. It's supposed to be all for one and one for all, and he locks us out. That's loyalty. When loyalty is gone. What's left? Well, I'm afraid those were just hollow words to Floyd. He ran out on us, and personally I don't care if I never talked to him again. Who's that? It's Floyd driving by. In a new convertible of black longs. Well, I'll be... Hello Floyd! Hello. You see the new suit and hat? And the big cigar? I'm here to tell you. How do you like that? He didn't even wave back, and I'm his best friend. You know, I wouldn't say that. In just a few seconds, we'll hear more from the water commissioners. One of the most rewarding careers any woman can have is in the proud profession of nursing. A good education, daily association with professional people, and a short income, wonderful preparation for marriage. For full information, inquire at your nearest hospital, or write nursing careers in care of your postmaster. Now let's hurry out to the Great Gilder Sleeves House and see what he thinks, since he learned about Floyd's inheritance. Gildy is just getting home from the office. Hello, everybody. I'm home. Can you meet Mr. Gilder Sleeves? Birdie, some people have all the luck. Floyd Munson has come into money. Yes, sir? Just imagine. For 15 years, he's cut my hair, and all of a sudden, he's retired. Loaded. Yes, sir. He's clipping hair one day and clipping coupons the next. Why George, it just doesn't seem fair. That's the way the ball bounces. That's what Birdie always says. That's the way the ball bounces. It happens to bounce the wrong way. That's just the way the ball bounces. Hello, ladies. Did I hear about Mr. Munson? I was just telling Birdie about it. How lucky can you be? Yes, sir. Lady Luck is smiling on Mr. Munson and showing all I've got. Well, I always thought he carried around a lot of surplus weight. Now it turns out he just had his pants stuffed full of horseshoes. Yeah, keen, huh? Yeah, I've spent the best years of my life at the water department, and what am I? Always. Holy kidding. I guess your Jolly Boys club is pretty proud of that Mr. Munson's our member, huh? Well, he just may not be a Jolly Boy long. You wouldn't read him out of the club because he's in a tip, would you? No, that's not the reason. But he has no business getting rich and not telling his friends. No. His fellows are quite upset about it. Because nobody lets them, right, too? No, but it was a sneaky thing to do, locking up his building, disappearing, and then coming back driving a big new car. Heck, I like Mr. Munson. I like him, too. Yeah, you like him because he happens to be a guard figure at the moment, making a spectacle of himself. I hear when he's driving that big car he smokes a cigar for long. He has to put a flag on him. Yeah? No, Birdie. Mr. Kim, so you know what I hear? That's Birdie. That's right. He smokes a cigar for long. He has to put a flag on him. He's a show-off. A show item. I like him. I can go longer a friend of mine. His money doesn't mean a thing to me. Hiya, Birdie. Good evening, Mr. Munson. Come in. So, if you don't mind, why don't you take my hat and gold-headed cane? A cane, yes. Dude. Mr. Young, please. Just look over here. Hi, Kim Ace. Hi, Leroy. Hello, Floyd. Hi. We were just talking about you. Oh, yeah? Tell him what you said. Yeah, I was just telling him about your good fortune, Floyd. I haven't seen you, of course. So, congratulations. But, uh, congratulations. Yeah. Yes. Thanks. Sit down, Kim Ace. You don't have to stand up out of respect for my bankroll. Yeah, thank you. I was gonna ask you to sit down with your already hat. I only got a minute. There's a lot of deals cooking, you know. Well, I didn't think you'd have much time for your old friend. I ain't forgot him. That's some car you got out there, Mr. Monson. Yeah, I'll take you for a ride, kid. Got something in the back seat for you. For me? A new bike. A bike? You shouldn't have done that. Why not? Easy car, easy gold. Psy's Leroy's a good kid. I even got some for you, Kim Ace. You have? Here. A wallet. With my initials on it and gold. Yep. Genuine, high-bound alligators. I know you've got nothing to put in it, but your Social Security card that you can carry to school, people. Yeah, thank you for it very much. That's okay. Birdie? Yes, sir? I thought you might like this. A wrist watch for me? Uh-huh. Oh, Mr. Monson, how can I ever thank you? You done did it, Birdie. All them good sandwiches you've made for the commission to bring up to the club meetings. Floyd, I don't know what to say. Well, I'll say something. I gotta go. Bye, Birdie. Bye, commission. Goodbye and thank you so much, Mr. Monson. Yes, indeed. Bye. Bye, George. Just thinking. Even remembered Birdie. Yeah. What a fine fellow. Jolly boys ought to be ashamed of themselves for running Floyd down. Yeah, I'll stop him, TB, for a bedtime cigar. He hasn't seen my new wallet, anyway. And he says a word against my friend Floyd. I'll tell him off. Oh, TB. Oh, it's you again, Mr. Gillespie. Yeah. I'll have one of those 25-cent pentatillas, please. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And, uh, change this bill, would you? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thank you. Mm-hmm. That's quite a fancy wallet you've got there, Mr. Gillespie. Yeah. A little gift from my friend, Floyd. You didn't change. Very expensive alligator. I chose alligator last year from Mr. Gillespie's birthday, but she didn't care for it. No? Probably, because it was alive when she got it. We had it made into a purse. Well, Floyd gifted me with a wallet this afternoon. Of course, I've been closer to him than any of the rest of you fellows. And I cared you, by that. You gave me one, too? Yeah. Well, he's the salt of the earth. Yes, he is. Greetings, gentlemen. Oh, hello, judge. What can I do for you, judge? I got stopped here to show you my new briefcase. Then you want an alligator, too? A gift from my good friend, Floyd. No, you must be trapping him. Now, once you boast to me, that's the unkind thing that you said about him. Who said anything unkind about good old Floyd? I really, really finder him. Why, only yesterday you were ready to throw into the rules and you can't deny it. Now, judge, I never... Well, if you hadn't opened your big fat mouth in criticism of my friend, you might also be the proud professor of a new briefcase. For your information, he gave me an alligator wallet. Me, too. Oh. Yeah. Now, let's face it. All of us doubted Floyd's motive. We ought to make it up to him somehow. He's true, Bruce. Yes, he is. I suggest we get him a testimonial visit. Testimonial visit? That's your house, Kelly. Yeah, I don't mind coming. A birdie fish is his name. Oh, we can depend on birdies. Tomorrow night. Then it's all set. I'll invite Floyd. Watch it, judges, at my house. I'll invite him. Oh, all right, party, kid. Commissioner, throwing this dinner was a grand idea. Yeah, thank you, chief. Glad I thought of it. It was my idea. Yes, yes. Now, no matter who's on a date with us, I'm glad I'm here tonight. Oh, good, baby. Mrs. Peavey is having leftovers. I wonder why the guest of honor hasn't shown up. As we all know, Floyd has been extremely busy since coming into my name. Oh, bad. Did anybody ever find out who left him the inheritance? I never suspected Floyd of having rich relatives. If I haven't had rich ones, they don't even let me know it. Well, it's not for our surprise. Oh, no, no, no, no. We'll just try to find out how much he's got some other way. Before Floyd arrives, I have a suggestion tonight. I propose he hold a meeting tonight and elect him president of the Jolly Boys Club. Why not? That's usey and noodle, judge. He couldn't have a finer, more generous man at the helm. True. He's left our club meeting his building for years. And now that he's closed his barbershop, he may even fix up the building and give it to us. I think so. Never mind, Ernie. He's just our good friend, Floyd. Hi, Commiss. Well, the man of the hour. Come in and join the fellas. Hi again. Good evening, old friend. That's welcome, Floyd. This'll be a memorable evening. Hey, it's nice of you fellas to slow this shindig for me. I don't rate it. Listen to him. As a matter of fact, I don't think that we should wait until after dinner to you, the guy, our fellow Jolly Boy. You may as well know before dinner. Yeah, later on, I may be asleep and can't hear it. Well, I prepared an address. Oh, my goodness. Judge, stop trying to carry the ball. We wanted to pay you some kind of tribute, Floyd, not only because we consider you our best friend and the most logical one to lead the Jolly Boys, but because of your generosity and your... Well, you've just been so nice to all of us. We love you, Floyd. I have never seen such a three-hearted fellow. Well, I'll admit, there ain't everybody who can spend fifteen hundred dollars in one week. Fifteen hundred dollars? Yep, nine, nine. You look anapsisably heritage. Roughly, Floyd, how much did you get? Fifteen hundred dollars, even. Is that all? Yeah, I gotta get back to barbershop in the morning to keep up the payments on that car. You mean you've spent every nickel? And boy, have I had a lot of fun. You don't have anything left? Not a pay-so, as the French say. Why, you bum. Ah, TV, what's more like four? Oh, my goodness. I have a good notion to call off the dinner. Yeah? Only because you've been such a fool, Floyd, throwing your money away. I've never heard of such impotence. Neither have I. Hi, kid. Hello, D.R.I. D.R.I. Hello, son. What is it, D.R.I.? Mr. Monson, I just came from a boy scout meeting. They drew up a resolution for you for the fifty dollars you gave the scouts. You're keen, Mr. Monson. Wasn't that nice? Oh, it wasn't nothing. I just liked kids. Floyd, you've given all of us very expensive gifts. You shouldn't. Well, Commissioner, all my life I've wanted to give everybody something. I had the chance to, and I did. By George. Let's toast, Floyd, with a song. Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me. Why? Make Gilderslee will be right back. In your home, in your car, you're tuned to the world when you listen to monitors, sports, news, drama, and interviews with world personalities. You hear them all on monitors, weekends on NBC Radio. Hey, Alex, you look mighty sharp. Well, Floyd was back in the shop today and I got a haircut, Leroy. I'll see. You're also a shampoo, a clothes shave, and a massage. Oh, I get it. You're stepping out with a girlfriend tonight. Yes, indeed. I had a long talk with Floyd, and he's through putting on air, pretending to be a big shot. Yeah? I said, Floyd, that stuff doesn't pay off. Be yourself, like me. Isn't that Mr. Monson's big convertible you drove home? Yeah, he loaned it to me. I'm taking out that new girl tonight. Oh, brother! A Great Jilder Sleeve is slayed by Willard Waterman and is a transcribed NBC Radio Network production directed by Virgil Reimer. Included in the cast were Walter Tetley, Lillian Randolph, Earl Ross, Ken Christie, Arthur Q. Bryan, and Vick LeGrand. Musical compositions by Jack Meakin. Now, this is Don Rickles inviting you to listen again next week for another new adventure of the Great Jilder Sleeve when he sets out to collect a water bill from a pretty girl. Water bill? You know, don't bring up business now. I'm just learning to drive Floyd's new car. Oh, how'd that fire plug get there? Goodnight, folks.