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And Pabstette is wholesome and nourishing. It's an excellent energy food rich in protein and milk minerals, contains important vitamin A. So buy Pabstette as often as you can. Tomorrow treat the whole family to this delicious golden cheese food. Don't forget, the name is Pabstette. Now let's see how things are going with the Great Gilder Sleeve and his campaign for mayor. He's really had his stride this week. He's made personal appearances at smokers, rallies, bridge luncheons on street corners, and even at the fire that broke out in Frank Crutch's ice house. And for every occasion, he's had a ready song. Today, we find him with his niece and nephew in the honor box at the ball park, feeding a little singing before tossing out the first ball. Take me out to the ball game. Take me out to the round. Find me some penis and a black fur jacket. I don't care if I never get back to its root. Look for the ball game. If they don't, then it's a shame. For it's one, two, three strikes you're out at the old ball. I'd just like to say, ladies and gentlemen, that nothing is closer to my heart than the great American game of baseball. Yes, sir, I'd like nothing better than to be right out there on that field with you boys today, knocking that old horse-hider out. Why, I grew up in Sandlot baseball. What position did you play, commissioner? Well, they always made me catch her, friend. Maybe because Mother Nature gave me my own chest protector. That ain't all she gave you. Well, seriously, folks, baseball is a great institution. I haven't much use for any man who isn't a baseball fan. In fact, I wouldn't even trust a man who doesn't like baseball. By the way, where is my opponent, Mayor Tereleger? I don't seem to see him here today. I mean to imply that his honor doesn't know how to play baseball. He'll play ball with anybody, ladies and gentlemen. He's proved that, and he's stolen plenty of bases when the taxpayers weren't looking either. However... Well, let's get on with the game. Let's have the ball, LeRoy. Here, let's see how far you can heave it. Don't you worry about that, my boy. Ready out there? Oh, brother, what a windup. Play ball! Toss it out in the field, somebody. You must have been some pitcher, uncle. I told you, LeRoy, I was a catcher. Did you ever throw the second? I always put him out at first. Now shut up and let's watch the game. Oh, can I buy a hot dog? It's too early in the game to start that. What if I buy it with my... He gods, LeRoy. A knife, skate key, pebbles, rusty nail, rubber band, eraser, old hinge, marble, milky button. What's this envelope, LeRoy? Oh, that? Yes, that. It's addressed to me. Yeah, that's a good one. I forgot to give it to you. When did she give you this young man? Yesterday. Maybe it was the day before. Oh, my goodness. It's all right, uncle. I found it. It's not all right, LeRoy. When you're asked to deliver a note, you should deliver it. But I found the 15 cents in the other pocket. I don't care what you do. Oh, boy, what's that? I don't know. I'm just reading it, Marjorie. Gosh, if this note is two days old, I don't know what she must be thinking. I better get over there right now. Oh, look, they're gonna start the game. Who gets the bat first, am I? As if I'd hardly seen you for weeks. I know you've been busy with your campaign, and I'm very proud of you. I've been busy, too, working late every afternoon. But couldn't we play a little hokey together just once? She misses me. Besides, I have some good news for you. So do let's try to get together real soon. You're loving Eve. Hmm. Well, I'm not the man to keep her waiting. Come in. My name is Spockmorton. I was told to come to the principal's office. Oh, Spockmorton, you silly. Miss Benson sent me down here because I was a bad boy. I'm the worst boy in 6A. Oh, really? Well, what did you do that was naughty? I kissed every girl in the room except Miss Benson. Oh, well, that's terrible. Stand in the corner and recite the multiplication table a hundred times. Oh, Eve, we can think of something that's more fun than that, can we? Uh, are you through with your work? Well, not quite. Now, be fair, Eve, as soon as Leroy gave me your note, I dropped my work. What were you doing? Watching a ball game. Come on, Eve, it's a beautiful day. Let me take you home. I'll carry your books. Well... Come on. I'll even buy you soda. I'll hold your hand under the counter. That's enough. You're walking so peculiarly, I can't even step with you. Oh. I'm trying to step on all the cracks. Oh, my goodness, a grown man. Well, Eve, don't you ever do things like that? Never. You miss a lot of fun. Sometimes I step on all the cracks, and sometimes I try not to step on any. It's fun to walk with your eyes shut, too. You want to see me? No. I'll show you what's even more fun than that, if I can find a stick. Well, I don't know what's come over you. Yeah, here's a stick that's made to order, Eve. All right, what are you going to do with it? Well, I could spank you, but I won't. You better not. Where do we come to Mr. Lawler's picket fence? Well, of all the ways to entertain a girl. What can I do? I can't kiss you here in the street. Or can I? No. Well, all right then. Listen to this. Let me try it. Sure, go ahead. I must say it's more fun than I thought. What did I tell you? I wish there was more fence. Huh? There'll be some more a little farther along, Eve. Let's hold hands and skip, what do you say? Brock Morton, I'm the principal of the Summerfield Grammar School. That's nothing. I'm the water commissioner. Come on. Oh, Brock Morton, you're impossible today. Yeah, well, I care. Brock Morton, I don't understand you. Huh? What do you mean, Eve? You're not human. I told you in my notes that I had some news for you. And you haven't even asked what it is. I forgot all about it. What is it? Well, I don't think I'll tell you now. That's no fair, Eve. Now you've got me all curious. Come on. What is it? No, I don't feel like telling. Please, Eve. No. Will you tell me if I buy you a soda? Here's a drug store. I might. Come on, then. But I might not. Oh, look, Mr. Peavey's got a new sign in the window. Fresh strawberry sundae's guaranteed to please. Talented, Eve. Will a strawberry sundae make you talk? If it's good, it will. It'll be good. I hope it makes you talk better than this. After you, my love. Good afternoon, Mr. Peavey. Good afternoon. Hello, Peavey. We want two of your fresh strawberry sundae's. If you don't like them, we want our money back. I think you'll find them very enjoyable. I had quite a run on them today. Oh. Here, sit down here, Eve. We'll watch the great artist at work. Thank you. Please. Yes. Darn it, TV. Why don't you put some booths for your soda customers? Can't you afford a booth? And I've got a phone booth. All right. We'll have our sundae's in there. How about it, Eve? Isn't he awful, Mr. Peavey? Oh, he's only joking, Miss Goodwin. He can't get in the phone booth himself. Let alone... Here's your sundae's, folks. You like a few chopped nuts sprinkled on top? Oh, yes. It's a nickel extra. Oh, that's all right, Peavey. I feel like throwing money around today anyway. Well, huh? Glad you dropped in. You don't happen to need any staked little drug items like aspirin. Now, now, don't try to sell me the store, Peavey. I came in here to make this lady talk. This strawberry sundae is supposed to loosen her tongue. I think maybe it will, too. This is delicious, Mr. Peavey. Thank you, ma'am. Miss Goodwin, keeping a secret from you, Mr. Gillespie? Yes, he's trying to, Peavey. I ask you, is that a nice thing for a man's fiance to do? Well, that's customary. And if any's like having their little secrets, every so often Mrs. Peavey gets some little piece of information about one of the neighbors and holds onto it. Oh? Just devils you with it, eh, Peavey? Well, she likes to tease me a little, eh. Just a few days ago, for instance, she had an item on Mr. Wheeler. He lives two doors down from out. Charlie Wheeler? Oh, what was it, Peavey? Well, I can't tell you that, Mr. Gillespie. Yeah, you don't have to, poor old Charlie. I bet it was something about his... You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dr. Horton. You're right, though, Mr. Gillespie. It was that little habit. Mr. Peavey, who are you, man of the worst gossip I ever saw? Well, no, I wouldn't say that. I guess everybody likes hearing juicy little things about their neighbors. Well, I'm certainly not interested. I scarcely know Mr. Wheeler. Of course, the Wheeler children are in school and they're a bit of a problem. I know Mrs. Wheeler very slightly. Does he beat her? I'll tell you if you tell me your secret, Eve. Come on, what is it? Well, mine isn't gossip. Mine is just good news. Oh, good news, eh? What is it? My mother's coming to visit me tomorrow. Huh? Listen, is that all you have to say? I've told you how much more the means to me throughout the morning. Oh, yes. I think it's fine that she's coming, Eve. Great. I can't wait to meet her. I was hoping you could drive me over to Moore's Junction and meet her train tomorrow morning. Oh, certainly. Fine. Glad to do it, Eve. How much is a Sunday's, Peavey? Well, 50 cents, Mr. Gillespie. That includes the knots. Oh, yes, yes. Well, here you are. All through Eve? Yes, thank you. Yes, certainly fine about your mother. So long, Peavey. See you later. Goodbye, Mr. Peavey. Goodbye, Mr. Gillespie. Goodbye, Mr. Goodwin. My, my, she never found out about Charlie Wheeler's little peculiarity. Well, for that piece of news she had, she didn't deserve to. 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Well, let's get back now to Summerfield of the Great Gillespie. Hi, George. I don't know how the old bus gets so dirty. And it washed only last February. Here's a bunch in the bucket, Mr. Gillespie. Thank you, Bertie. And now we can get started. Have you ever washed a car, Bertie? No, sir. Can't say that I have. Oh, it's an experience, Bertie, an experience. What's the way I do it? And you'll know how to do it yourself. If the occasion should ever arise. Yes, sir. I can see it arising. It may seem like a simple thing washing a car, Bertie, but there's a right way and a wrong way to do everything. Yes, sir. Now, the first step is to remove the dirt. That sounds reasonable. Watch closely now, Bertie. You observe that I take the sponge filled in the water until saturated. You do what? I take the sponge and dunk it, Bertie. Now, with the sponge soaking wet, I start at the top of the car, and it's running down my sleeve, Bertie. It's cold. He's... You ought to roll up your sleeves, Mr. Gillespie. Well, that's not so easy. I have my good clothes on. But you haven't any sleeves, Bertie. I tell you, Mr. Gillespie, why don't you use the hose instead of the sponge? That would be easier and you wouldn't get so wet. Hose. That's a good idea, Bertie. A very good idea. You're catching on very quickly. Drag it over here, will you? Yes, I'll get it. You seem to have a knack for this sort of thing, Bertie. I wouldn't be surprised if I could entrust the whole job to you before long. I wouldn't be surprised either. Yeah, yeah. Fine. Now, you go turn it on. Just washing the car. Oh! Oh, please! Look, I'll stand back, Lila. You'll get all wet. Oh, I wouldn't, Lila. Because if you did, I'd just never forgive you, understand? We've all declared you're the worst mind. I am? What should you call for? You must be stepping out somewhere, huh? Not exactly, Lila. Eve's mother is arriving tomorrow. Oh, your mother-in-law? No, she didn't... Well, I suppose she will be at that. Oh, you poor boy. How you feel? No, Lila. Eve's mother is not like that. Eve's mother is different. Eve's mother is very close to her. They're more like sisters. How nice. You met her then. No, but Eve's told me all about her. I see. Shall I turn on the hose, Miss Giltley? Just a minute, Bertie. I've got to go now, Throck Martin, but I'd just like to say one thing. Yes? If you ever need someone to sympathize with you, if you ever need someone to tend to, remember, I'm right next door. But I tell you, I like Eve's mother. Donna, I like her. Good-bye, Nile. Turn on the hose, Bertie. Okay, Miss Giltley. Leaving? Yes, I'll have to, though. Oh, my goodness. Well, Giltley, washing your car. What do you think I'm doing? Taking a bath. Watch it, watch it! Hold it, Bertie. Turn it off a minute. What's the big occasion, Giltley? What big occasion? Washing the car. How come? Neighbors complained. My mother-in-law is arriving in the morning. Your mother-in-law? Well, that is my mother-in-law-to-be. Deeper sympathy, old man. Deeper sympathy. She's only coming for a few days, judge, and she's staying with her daughter. So there. Uh-huh. Coming to town to look you over, huh? Well, I suppose so. Only natural for a mother to want to know what kind of a man her daughter is marrying. What are you going to do when she finds out? Now listen, you old goat. Turn on the water, Bertie. No, I didn't mean it, Giltley. Only joking. Yeah. Hey! Right along, judge her by guts. I'll let you have it. Hey, can't you take a joke? Sure, can't you? Dance, just dance! No! No! What's that you say? What's going on? You're washing your car? Can't hear you. I'm washing my car. You turn it off, Bertie. What'd you say, Pee-Vee? I see you're washing your car. Yes, Pee-Vee. I'm washing my car. Are you planning to take your family out for a little spin, Mr. Giltley? No, Pee-Vee. I'm planning to go down and meet my future mother-in-law at the train tomorrow morning. I want the car to look nice. Oh, mother-in-law, huh? And no remark, see? Oh, I wasn't going to make any remark. Well, everybody else has. I have a mother-in-law myself. That is, I did, up to the time she passed on. Well, my mother-in-law is like most mother-in-laws, Pee-Vee. My mother-in-law is different. That's what I used to say. Mother-Horse-Fall, I always called her. She liked to have me call her mother. My wife's name was Horse-Fall. I hope so. She was her mother. Yeah. Mother-Horse-Fall. Horse-Fall. I've always had a sneaking promise for the old girl. Well, I'm glad to hear you say so, Pee-Vee. Yes, we got along pretty well for the first few months, but after that, such is life. With that thought, Mr. Gilder says, well, leave you, good day. Good day, Pee-Vee, the idea. Excuse me, how about it? Let it go, Bertie. Why can't they let me alone? Why can't they let me polish my car? Oh, the devil with a car. Let the old lady ride it the way it is. Dr. Morton, I haven't seen Mother in almost a year. Oh, that's so? I'm excited, aren't you? You bet. I was hoping you'd find time to wash the car. Oh, well, I was going to, but some things came up. How much farther is it to the station? Another four or five miles. We got lots of time. I wouldn't want to be late. Don't worry. How about a little kiss just to pass the time? Oh, now, dear, please be sensible, not while you're driving. All right. Why are we so late? You said to be sensible. Now, how about a kiss? Dr. Morton, you think of making love at the strangest time. What's strange about 10 o'clock in the morning? But we're hurrying to meet a train. Please, Dr. Morton, I just died if we were late. We can't possibly. Please, please, darling. Just one kiss? Just one. Oh, you're wonderful. 1027, dear. How can you be thinking about timetables? Well, after all, it's my mother. We must go on, Dr. Morton. All right. Is the ignition on? Oh, sure. I'll choke her a little. She must be flooded. This old bus gets that way once in a while. She does? Yeah, but don't worry. I know, like a book. Just left the letter set there for a minute. I wish we hadn't stopped. Now, Eve, there's nothing to worry about. 40 seconds and we'll be on our merry way. Well, you can't blame me for being nervous. Can't you try it now? Too soon, Eve. I know this car like a book. Oh, dear. Yeah, give it a few seconds more. Now, see, start off like a B-24. Just have to look under the hood, I guess. Check a few things. Oh, dear. This is awful. This won't take a second, my dear. Are you sure there's gas in the tank? Oh, yeah. I put in two gallons just this morning. The needle isn't even touching me. I fix it this way once before. You just leave it to me, my dear. Men understand such things. That's what men think. What's that, Eve? Oh, nothing. Please hurry, Dr. Morton. You gods, what can I do? Do you want me to give you a piggyback ride? The Moore's Junction? Well, there's no need to lose your temper, Dr. Morton. I just thought if you'd stop some car that's going by, there might be someone who could help you. I am perfectly capable of finding the trouble, Eve, and I can fix it, too. So just relax for heaven's sake. Very well, Dr. Morton. Leave me alone a minute so I can concentrate. Dear poor mother. I'm slipped out, but I mean... I'm doing the best I can, Eve. Haven't you found out what's wrong yet? Well, no, but if I... For goodness' sake, it seems to me that... What's that flower hanging down there? What's that flower hanging down there? Wire? What wire? This one. Is that a ghost somewhere? It could go right here. No, no, Eve. That's part of the radio. I don't think so. Look it on here. Huh? Now why don't you try the starter? It couldn't be that. Well, try it, Dr. Morton. Well, all right, Eve. Couldn't possibly be that. Did you have the ignition on, Dr. Morton? Ignition? Some people are born lucky. 1027. If anything's happened to Mother, I'll never forgive you, never. Nothing's happened to your mother, Eve. She'll be around somewhere if she's got any sense. That's right. Blame the whole thing on Mother. Eve, I'm not blaming on anybody. I just... Look. Could that be her? Where? Over there, sitting on the barrel. Mother. Mother, when I didn't see you, I just said to myself, I don't... Oh, this, I suppose, it must be. Yes, this is Dr. Morton. Mr. Gilda's sleep. My daughter has written me so much about you. Well, favorable, I hope. Oh, yes. Oh, very. Oh, dear, yes. Well, she wrote me only... Oh, Dr. Morton. Huh? Oh, her bag. Oh, yes. I'm afraid they're terribly heavy. Uh, can't be too heavy for me. The car is this way. I feel I ought to apologize to you for being so late. Oh, not at all. It just gave me time to finish my magazine. Well, you see, something went wrong. The whole thing was Dr. Morton's fault. If he hadn't insisted on stopping, the car would never have stopped. And if he'd used his head and done as I asked him to, we would have been all day getting started. But he... I was never so furious with anyone in my life. Why, Eve Goodwin, I don't think that's a nice way to talk about a nice man like Mr. Gilda's sleep. Here he's carrying my bag, and he's driven all the way down here to meet me. I think that's very nice of him indeed. Oh, but, Mother, you don't... I think Mr. Gilda's sleep seems like just about the nicest son-in-law anyone ever has. Yeah. You know, Mrs. Goodwin... Oh, call me Mother. You know, Mother, I've been telling people you're not like other mother-in-laws. You're different. And by George, you are. Why, if you were 20 years younger, or if I were 20 years older... Yeah. Eh, but we're not, are we? Maybe we'd better be getting along. Well, you have to expect these little misunderstandings, I guess. I guess you have to take the bitter with a sweet. 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