 The Kraft Foods Company, makers of Kraft quality foods, presents Harold Perry as the Great Gilder Sleeve! How would you like to win $6,000 in cold cash? Or any one of the more than 1,300 other cash prices in Parky Margeron's great $50,000 name my song contest? It's one of the easiest and most exciting contest in radio, and it's open to listeners in the United States, Canada, and Hawaii. Hear all about it in our next announcement. And now, the Great Gilder Sleeve, brought to you by the makers of Parky. The Margeron millions prefer because it tastes so good. That's P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parky Margeron, made by Kraft. Well, it's late afternoon in Summerfield. The big round October sun is setting, and the Great Gilder Sleeve is homeward bound. Bye, George, after a full day at the office, there's nothing like getting home to the family. Well, here comes little Leroy on his bicycle. Hiya! Look, no hands! Leroy, look out! Right through Bullard's hedge, I knew her knees. Let me see it, my boy. Nothing serious, fortunately. Just small scratch on your knee. You mean there's no blood? Boy, and don't sound so disappointed. Sometimes I think you try to have accidents. Why can't you be sane and level-headed like Margery? Oh, me? Yes, you, the idea of riding no hands. Your sister would never do a thing like that. Oh, yeah? I'm going to talk to that girl. Get up, Leroy. Hello, Bertie. I'm pressing her jacket so she can go out again. Out again? She just got home? Oh, Miss Margeron, sure having herself a time since she started college. All she does is come in and go out again, in again, out again. Scamping here, scooting there, run, run. She's really flying. Yeah, so I've noticed. Hello, Anki. Bertie is my jacket pressed. Sure is, Miss Margeron. Put it on while it's hot. Yep. Margery, I want to have a talk with you. Well, I haven't time right now, Anki. How about Sunday? Sunday? But this is only Friday. Well, I know, Anki, but I've got a lot of things to do. I've got to meet the gang, and the big game is tomorrow afternoon, and we're having a victory dance tomorrow night. I'm in a whirl. High level heads. What? What an example for a little kid. No. But, Anki, you should... Never mind. Margery, what's come over to you since you started the college? I was just pointing you out to Leroy as a good example, and you come skidding around the corner in that awful car. Who was that driving? That was Bronco. Bronco? I thought he drove like a wild horse. He's a maniac. That's what he is. He's not a maniac, Anki. He's on the football team. Oh, my goodness. Yeah, second string maniac. Stop it, Leroy. He's a very careful driver, Anki. If he wasn't, I wouldn't go with him to the victory dance at the Grasslake Inn tomorrow night. Grasslake? I'll see you here, Margery. I don't want any youngster of mine running up to Grasslake on a Saturday night. Well, Anki, I'm not a youngster anymore. Who's chaperoning this party? Why do we need chaperones? We're in college. Well, I was in college once myself. These things should have chaperones. I mean... But, Anki, nowadays students manage their own activities. Everything's under the supervision of the student council. Oh, and who supervises the student council? Well, the president of the council. And who's the president? Bronco. Bronco. That does it. Margery, your old uncle, hates to do this, but he's going to put his foot down. You're not going. Anki... You go out with a crowd like that and you never know what's going to happen. It's irresponsible kids like Bronco and those fast cars that cause all the trouble today. Uncle Mort, that's not true. I've got to draw the line someplace, and by George, I'm drawing it. The Grasslake Lake dance is out. All right. The Grasslake is out, so is the game tomorrow. What? I'll just stay home. No, Margery, I didn't say that. If you won't trust me to go to a dance, you shouldn't trust me to go anywhere. Margery, wait a minute. Little Margery, she acts more like a woman every day. Margery, eat her dinner, Bertie? No, sir. I took a plate up to her, but she wouldn't touch it. Hand it to me. I still got room for it. Leroy, you've had two helpings already. But, Uncle, I'm a growing boy. Well, you've grown enough for one day. Leroy's still growing, but Ms. Margery... What? She's already grown up. She's a young lady. Now, Bertie, she's a very young, young lady. She still needs guidance. Yes, sir. Margery's at an age where she thinks she knows more than her old uncle. Yes, sir. Well, don't you think I did the right thing, Bertie? More spinach, Mr. Guilds, please. I'll bet that's Bronco coming to call on Margery. Well, there's nothing wrong with that. Anything to cheer her up. Well, come in, Bronco. Bronco? Oh, Judge Hooker. Thought you were somebody else. Whom were you expecting, horse? All I got was an old goat. Judge, my nerves are bad enough without listening to that cackle. What's wrong, Guildie? Are you worrying about that song you wrote? That's the only thing I'm not worrying about, horse. If other things around here were going as well as my song, I'd be all right. I dropped in to tell you, Guildie. The secretaries down at the courthouse are all trying to think up titles for it. Well, good. There's an old familiar strain. A haunting refrain. I sang it for Miss Upjohn in the filing department. She cried. I'm not surprised. Lonely Roy. Good evening, Bertie. Hi, Judge. Evening, Judge. Margery out this evening, Guildie? No, Judge. Margery's up in her room. She won't speak to me. Just because I refused to let her go racing up to Grass Lake to that victory dance tomorrow night. Now, wait. Why can't she go? After all, Guildie, we mustn't forget this is a very important occasion for the young people. I'm not arguing about the occasion, horse. But I object to these irresponsible kids driving fast jalapes way up to Grass Lake. I understand your concern, Guildie. But try to remember when you were in school. You drove a car. I had a Model T sedan. I could go 30 miles an hour with a strong tailwind. These jalapes have 28 cylinders. They sound like a B-29. I know, it's a problem. But it might be much wiser, Guildie, to take a more active interest in Margery's college life. Join in. Have you thought of going with the kids up to Grass Lake? You mean as a chaperone? Well, you don't have to be so obvious about it. You could get a date and go, too. You mean double date? Yeah, you could call it that. Not a bad idea. What about taking that cute little nurse that you've been squiring lately? Miss Milford? Or won't she take your case? Don't worry about that, Judge. Come to think of it, it might be a good idea to have a trained nurse up there. By George Horace, I think I'll do it. Good. Let's go down to P.V.'s drugstore and celebrate with a lemon phosphate. I can't do it, Judge. I've got to see a nurse about a dance. The florist was here this morning. The florist? That got her. Good morning, my dear. Flowers for you. Oh, I guess they're from Bronco. No, they're from Unkie. Margery? I don't want any flowers. But they're for you to wear to the dance tonight. To dance? You mean I can go? Sure. And you're going to the game this afternoon, too. I'm sorry about last night, my dear. You'll press your prettiest dress, you'll wear this pretty corsage, and you'll be the prettiest girl on the floor. Oh, Uncle Mort, thank you. That's alright. And I'm sorry I behaved the way I did, too. Let's just forget it, huh? There's no reason why we shouldn't have a good time at the dance tonight. We? Well, uh... Hey, are you going, Uncle? Of course we're going, Leroy. Now, wait a minute, Uncle Mort. What do you mean by we? Well, I thought perhaps... Uncle Mort, if you think we have to have a chaperone. Oh, no. That isn't the idea at all. I thought we'd do something we've never done before. Double date. Double date? Sure. The four of us will be college kids. You and Bronco would like that, wouldn't you? I guess so. Fine. But, Uncle, you wouldn't enjoy yourself with a bunch of college kids. Yes, I will. I'll force myself. Who are you taking? Taking? Oh, Catherine Milford, the nurse. Some forcing. Leroy. I saw her, Uncle. That will do, Leroy. A couple of adults are talking something over. Well, how about double dating, Margie? Well, Uncle Mort... You and my Catherine. She hasn't been on a school long herself. Nursing school? Well, Bronco and I had planned to go with Francie and Skinny. All right. If you don't want to go with your old Uncle. Oh, Uncle Mort. If you don't want to be seen with me. Well, you know it's not that. It's all right. I don't mind. All right, Anki, you win. Oh, what a sneaky way to chaperone a party. Leroy? Use $6,000. Here's how you may win the prize of a lifetime in Park A. Margeron's $50,000 Name My Song Contest. Gilder Sleeve needs a title for his song. The one he'll sing later on in the program. And for the best title sent in, each week for five weeks, Park A. Margeron will award four $1,000 cash prizes. Twenty $100 cash prizes. $50 cash prizes. $210 cash prizes. And in addition, a final grand prize of $5,000 extra for the title finally chosen. Your entry may win you a total of $6,000 in cash. You don't need to know a note of music. A single word just a few at most may win. Send your title for Gilder Sleeve's song together with the red end flap from a package of Park A. Margeron to Park A. Margeron, box 5167, Chicago 77, Illinois. Your food dealer has entry blanks containing complete contest rules and the words of the song. Or use plain paper if you prefer. Be sure to include your own name and address and that of your Park A dealer. Remember, send your entry together with the red end flap of a Park A package to Park A. Margeron, box 5167, Chicago 77, Illinois. Entries for this week's contest must be postmarked before midnight next Saturday. So hurry, it may be worth $6,000 to you. Well, the great Gilder Sleeve and his niece Margery had opposing views about her attending a college dance up at Grass Lake Inn. The great man didn't get very far until he employed an old strategy. If you can't beat the opposition, join him. Pretty crafty. Hello, Pee-Vee. Hello, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. What can I do for you this afternoon? Well, I don't know exactly, Pee-Vee. I'm going to a dance tonight up at Grass Lake. Oh, a dance? Well, how about some talcum powder that's sprinkling in your shoes? Very soothing. No, Pee-Vee. This is the college victory dance. I'd like to get some pom-poms or silly hats. Something with a party spirit. I don't have any hats or pom-poms yet. No noise-makers? I have a couple of cap pistols left over from 4th of July. They make quite a noise. Yeah, cap pistols. I don't want any shooting. That's the reason I'm going. To keep this dance safe and sane. Well, if you want to party spirit, Mr. Gilder Sleeve, I might suggest this book. Book? Yes, it's titled, Role Remarks and Humorous Replies for All Occasion. Oh, goodness sake. I'm trying. How about several packages of chewing gum and sorted flavors? Young people enjoy that. Is that the best thing you can do, Pee-Vee? Chewing gum? Well, come to think about it. Why take anything? Just having a dance can be a lot of fun. If you have girls. I'm not going just for the fun, Pee-Vee. I was a little worried about Marjorie driving up the grass lake with those kids in their fast cars. Oh. When a bunch of kids get out like that, they can lose their heads. Need an older person around to balance the boat. I cooked up a clever scheme to get a date and go along. You're taking that pretty little nurse, Miss Milford? Well, yes. That was clever. We're going to sort of... Chaperone. Who's going to chaperone you? Now, Pee-Vee, you know I don't need a chaperone. Well, I wouldn't say that. Goodbye. Oh, that sounds like Bronco's car, Auntie. Oh, that's Bronco's car. Or was Bronco's car. I'll run out medium. I think I'll go too. I'm going to look over that contraption. Me too. Leroy, don't you get too close to it. It may not be dead yet. What? And no sense. Bronco, I want you to meet my uncle. How do you do, Mr. Gildersleeve? Well, how do you do, Bronco? I've been wanting to meet you, sir. Well, I've been wanting to meet you, too. And this is my brother Leroy. Hello, big fella. Hi. I hear you're on the football squad, Bronco. Well, second string. Second string, eh? Well, that's better no string at all. Great game, football. Oh, did you play football? Eh, I played soccer. I was too heavy for football. Oh, Uncle, here comes Miss Milford. Eh, well, my date. Gee, she's keen. I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Well, not at all, Catherine. You're just in time. Thanks for offering to pick me up, Mr. Gildersleeve. But I thought it would save time if I dressed at the hospital and came right over. I hope I look all right. Do you? Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh. Miss Milford, I'd like to have you meet my niece Marjorieve. How do you do, Miss Milford? And my little nephew Leroy. Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh. Nice to know you, Marjorieve and Leroy. Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh. Yes, yes, and this is Bronco Thompson. Glad to meet you, Miss Milford. How do you do? I hear your team won this afternoon. Isn't it wonderful? The victory dance should be quite a party now. Yeah, the whole student body went wild after the game. We should have quite a ball. Oh, boy, I'll bet they wrecked the joint. Catherine's a good thing we're going along the chaperon. What's that, Uncle Mort? Hmm? Oh, I said it's good of you to take us instead of going alone. Oh, we're just tickled that you can go, Mr. Gildersleeve. We wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would I. Well, I'll back out the old Studebaker children. Let's pile in and be off to Grass Lake. Uncle, are we going in that? What? It's a closed car. We'll suffocate. Why don't we go in my car, Mr. Gildersleeve? In that? No, Broncos. Yes, sure. Why don't we? I've always wanted to ride in a car like Broncos. A lot of my patients have them. No wonder they're patients. Come on, Uncle. He don't be dull. Sure, as long as we're going to a college dance, let's live. That's precisely what I want to do. Let's take the Studebaker. Now, Uncle Mort, if you're going to double date, be a good sport. I'm a good sport, Mark. Three against one, Mr. Gildersleeve. Four against one. Go ahead, Uncle. Well, with no top, we might get a little cold. I'll be warm enough, if you will. Well, we'll go under one condition. That I drive. I don't know. It's pretty tricky. I'll handle it. I'm pretty tricky myself. Come on, let's get in. How do you open the doors? Oh, they're welded shut. You step over. I'm in too, I guess. How do you start this thing, Broncos? Oh, see those two wires under the dash? These? Yeah, that's it. Hold the wires together and pull up on that rope sticking through the floorboard. Hold the wires together. Pull up on the rope. Oh, we're second. Are you having a good time, Catherine? A lovely time, Mr. Gildersleeve. Would you care to join me in another cup of fruit punch? Don't you think you'd better save some for the others? Oh, they're busy dancing. Oh, by the way, mustn't forget, wonder where Marjorie is. Oh, there she is dancing with Bronco. Now, Mr. Gildersleeve, he's holding her at least two feet away. Well, I guess that's far enough. I must say everything is very circumspect at this party. Well, so far. I think it was very sensible of the student council to have a motorcycle policeman patrolling the road up here. And you can thank me for that. I call the police chief this morning. Told him to put his best man out here. He's sending out Eagle Eye McBride. Well, there's the music again. Tell them I get to dance outside of the hospital. You mean you dance at the hospital? Oh, yes. Dancing is a definite aid to many types of patients in convalescence. Well, let's convalesce. I'd love to. Well, this is more like it. I'd love to hear you sing. Perhaps I'd better hold you a little closer so you can hear me better. I beg your pardon. What? Oh, Bronco. Tag dance? No, I'm sorry, Mr. Gildersleeve. No singing on the dance floor. No singing? Well, if all the gang did it, things should get pretty rowdy. Student council rule. Oh, yes, student council rule. And you fellas are doing a fine job, Bronco. Oh, thank you, sir. They've thought of everything, haven't they? I'll say. Not very exciting in here, is it? Let's go out on a terrace. Do you think it'll be more exciting out there? Well, there's always something exciting about walking through French doors. After you. Thank you, Mr. Gildersleeve. Well, what do you know? There's a big moon out here. Isn't it big? Still wet that tree like a fluoroscope. Katherine, I'm afraid your mind is still at the hospital. Why don't you let yourself go? Call me Throckmorton. I'd like to, Throckmorton. Why don't we sit here on the bench behind this box hedge, huh? All right. But there doesn't seem to be anybody else out here. Anything wrong with that? Throckmorton, you're holding my hand. Yep. You may as well know, Katherine. I think you're pretty nice. Wow. There's something you may as well know, too. Oh? Your pulse is too fast. Ellen, we've been dancing. Katherine. There are many kinds of pulses, Throckmorton, and Mr. Gildersleeve. No, Katherine, let's not try to diagnose. In some pulses, there are signs of aortic insufficiency. Katherine, how about a little kiss? And there's a difference between the systolic or maximum and the diastolic or minimum pressures. Katherine. Yes, Throckmorton. Katherine. I beg your pardon. It's Bronco again. I'm sorry, Mr. Gildersleeve. There's a rule that all couples must remain on the dance floor. Let's go home. It's kind of windy without a windshield, huh? Think I'll put on Bronco's beanie. It was nice of Bronco to let us have his car. Well, Bronco and Marjorie can come home with Francie and Skinny. That's what they wanted to do in the first place. Now everybody's doing what they want to do. Yeah. I like to hear you sing. They shouldn't have hushed you up on the dance floor. By George, I can sing out here. Sing your song. I'll close my eyes and look. There's an old familiar strain A haunting refrain That takes me back to days of yore I see a chapel on the hill Springs first daffodils Reflected in the meal pond From the shorry calling memory To names on a tree Our first kiss in that old canoe And though we've drifted far apart This song lives in my heart It's a melody Lovely track, Morton. They don't know what they missed at the dance. Well, the student council has its little rules and regulations. They're level-headed kids, every one of them. Certainly. By George, I can't blame them for driving around in these geloppies. Certainly is a lot of fun. If you use some sense about it, a car. Look at this little rascal gold. Flowing my hair. Isn't it fun? Brock, Morton, what's that noise? Noise? I don't hear any noise. Hey, yes I do. Oh, good heavens. It's the police. Oh, how do you stop this thing? Sensitive breaks. Where's the fire, freshman? Eagle, I am a bride. No fire officer, we're just on our way home from Grass Lake, officer. You college kids are getting bigger and bigger. I'm going to have to give you a ticket, Bob. Bob? You were doing 60. What? It's irresponsible kids like you in these fast cars that cause all the trouble today. That's an old familiar strain. Win up to $6,000 in cash. Send your name for Gilder Sleeve's song, together with the red-end flap of a package of parquet margarine, your own name and address, and that of your parquet dealer, to parquet margarine, box 5167, Chicago 77, Illinois. 274 big cash prices for entries postmarked before midnight this Saturday. The contest is open to listeners in the United States, Canada, and Hawaii. So hurry, everybody, think what you could do with $6,000 in cash. Don't forget, folks, you can get a 6-inch vinyl-line plastic recording of my song simply by sending 25 cents in cash and the red-end flap of a package of parquet margarine to parquet margarine, box 5167, Chicago 77, Illinois. This is not part of the contest, but having the record may give you ideas for a prize-winning name, and it's a nice souvenir of this program. For a quarter and a piece of cardboard, how can you lose? Don't forget your return address. By the way, if you'd like to hear what the record sounds like, I'll play part of it for you. The part I was going to sing when that cop stopped us. Bertie, start the big cola. Yes, Mr. Giltley. In my reverie it seems A summer moonbeams Are peels that wander on and on That we call ours Hit among the flowers And welcome cooling showers Before the dawn There's a lilac trellis gate Where each night we'd wait To breathe a fragrance in the air And so wherever I may roam My thoughts will return To all that love and you Isn't science wonderful? Good night, folks. Be sure to listen in next Wednesday And every Wednesday for the further adventures Of the Great Gildersleeve. Here's a taste test that counts. Try any meat without mustard. Then add a golden dab of craft-prepared mustard To your next bite. Taste the difference. There are two kinds of craft mustard, you know. Salad mustard delicately spiced For those who like their mustard mild. Or craft-prepared mustard With snappy horseradish added. Have both on hand. For remember this, When you add a little mustard, You add a lot of tang. 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