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And, since the current issue of Look Magazine has pictures of the ceremony, the water commissioner now settles himself in his easy chair, magazine in hand, to relive that joyous event. Yes, sir, I managed the whole wedding single-handed, but there's a lot of it I don't remember. The driver of a car never gets to look at the scenery. Hi, I'll give you that look magazine. Yes, my boy, I suppose you want to look at the wedding pictures. No, I've seen them already. I want to show you something else. Look here. Yeah, I bet I know what's coming. Find the seven faces in this picture and win a Shetland pony. No, better than that even. Here, look at that. Oop, a boy dressed in fish. What a picture. Yeah, he's got strings of fish all around him. He's wearing them like a suit. Keen, huh? Double-breasted halibut. Those aren't halibut. They're not. Those are bass. Boy, what I wouldn't give to catch fish like that. Can we go fishing, Aunt? Fishing? Let's do one thing at a time, my boy. We've just finished Marjorie's wedding. Okay, she caught her fish. Yes. Now, let me catch one. Delira. Can we go, Aunt? It's good for a little kid to go fishing. It's good for him to get outdoors. Yes, yes. The fish are biting out at Grass Lake tomorrow Saturday. Can we go tomorrow, can we, Aunt? All right, Leroy. I'll take you fishing at Grass Lake, but not tomorrow. We'll go next Saturday. Oh, boy, Keen, Aunt. You about to go, please? Mm-hmm. In the parlor, Bertie. Here's the mail it changed today. There's a letter from Miss Marjorie. A letter from Marjorie? Well, from Honey Suckle Lodge. I wonder how the lovebirds are getting along. Probably just sitting, smelling the Honey Suckle. Let's see what Marjorie has to say here. Dear Anki and all, isn't that sweet? Little Marjorie. Dear Anki and all, words cannot express how happy I am. Bronco and I have a lovely room overlooking the lake. What if there's any fish in it? In the room? In the lake. Oh, my goodness. Go fish in the backyard, Leroy. Listen to the letter, Leroy. Okay. See, Bronco and I have a lovely room overlooking the lake, and it's all like a beautiful dream. I'm sure no girl was ever so much in love with her husband. Bless her little heart. What if there's fish? Leroy. I feel as if the whole world were ours. And there was nobody but just Bronco and me. At night when the stars are out, we walk by the shores of the lake. You can fish at night. Okay. Hand in hand, we walk and count the stars. And I know I'm in heaven. I must be. I'll write more later. Give my best a little, Leroy, to Birdie and Judge Hooker, and to Catherine Milford when you see her. Your loving niece, Marjorie. That was a nice letter. Yeah, Marjorie's so happy. Love is a wonderful thing. I'm gonna catch a bass. With Leroy, you and your fish. Hey, look, what's going with you and Miss Milford? Did she give you the gate? Give me the gate? Certainly not. In fact, I was just thinking about Miss Milford. Like Miss Marjorie said, love is a wonderful thing. Now Birdie, Marjorie's letter had nothing to do with it. How come Miss Milford hasn't been around, Donkey? Well, I've been busy the last few days, my boy. She's probably been busy, too, over at the hospital. Yeah, making goo-goo eyes at that Dr. Olson. Goo-goo eyes. Leroy stopped being so silly. Dr. Olson is out of the picture. I left him in the dust long ago. Yeah, I saw him walking down the street with her yesterday. He didn't look very dusty to me. Why don't you go out and play, Leroy? I'm playing over here. Where's my hat, Birdie? You going out on a skilfully? Yeah, I think I'll run over to Miss Milford's for a few minutes. Worry, Donkey? No, Leroy. What a household. A man has about as much privacy here as a goldfish. What kind of fish? Never mind. Catherine's mother doesn't answer the door. She'd think I brought this rose for her. Leroy with his silly ideas about that Dr. Olson. Catherine's probably standing behind the door right now, waiting for me to ring the bell. K-K-K-K-K-T, beautiful K-P. Lovely rose. Oop, bug. You're the only K-K-K-K-girl that I adore. Here she comes. Yes? Zeke. Dr. Olson. Oh, it's you, Gildersleeve. Yeah, I haven't seen you in quite a while. Yes, it has been quite a while. There's something I can do for you, Gildersleeve. What? Somebody at the door? No, just some fella from the water department. Oop. No, I'll look here, Olson. Hi, it's me, Trockmorton. Yeah, it's me. Hello, Catherine. Come in. Thank you. One side, Olson. Where have you been, Trockmorton? Where have I been? Well, everything's been kind of upset at our house with the wedding and all. Oh, you may, Gildersleeve. Well, congratulations. No, Dr. Olson, let go of my hand. It was my niece. Oh. Yeah. Well, I don't know why we're all standing here in the hallway. Yeah, it is kind of crowded. Aren't you needed at the hospital, doctor? Emergency operation or something? No, I'm not on call today. You're not, eh? Olson is taking me out to dinner tonight, Trockmorton. Yes? Yes, I'd ask you to go along, Gildersleeve, but the people we're going with are all, well, professional people. Now, just a minute, Olson. Gildersleeve, stop shaking that rose in my face. Rose? Was that for me, Trockmorton? Oh, yeah, but I almost gave it to him. Well, you better take it outside, Catherine. It has apis on it. Apis? Catherine, but I came by to ask you, but you have dinner with me tomorrow. Oh, I'm sorry. I can't tomorrow. I'm going out to Grasslake. Grasslake? Uh-huh. With Dr. Olson. Oh. Maybe some other time, Trockmorton. Yeah, some other time. Dr. Olson sneaking in, trying to beat my time. The minute my back is turned, taking Catherine to Grasslake tomorrow. Well, I'll let her go. She's gonna bother me one bit. You hope it's Gersleeve? Yeah, I'm home, Bertie. Mr. Gersleeve, you ought to see what Leroy's doing. Yeah, well, tell me about it later, Bertie. I've got a lot of important things in my mind. Yes. You know what he's doing, Mr. Gersleeve? No, Bertie. He's out there fishing in the wash tub. Oh, fishing in the wash tub. He's having a big time. Yeah, all right, Bertie. I'm trying to think. Fishing in the wash tub. Yes, Bertie. He ain't gonna catch nothing. I know, Bertie. There ain't no fish in that wash tub. That's right. Why he? Dr. Olsen. Probably taking Catherine out to Grass Lake tomorrow for a picnic. I wonder what they're gonna do out there. Not that I care. Lookin' here, Aunt. I've got my fishing line all rigged up. Well, good. I've been trying it out in the wash tub. I caught a sock. See, I can hardly wait for next Saturday at Grass Lake. Next Saturday? Let's see if Catherine and Dr. Olsen are gonna be... Leroy, I just thought of something. Yeah? I'm gonna think of it. We might go to Grass Lake tomorrow after all. Tomorrow? Certainly. That's when you wanted to go, wasn't it? Yeah, but I already told Piggy I'd go to the show with him tomorrow. Well, tell Piggy you'll go with him next week. Why would I have a second go to Grass Lake tomorrow? Well, because it's a better day. There's bound to be more fish in the lake tomorrow than next week. Really? Yeah. Bye, George. Tomorrow's just the time to go. Okay, Aunt. I'm all ready. I'm gonna catch one of those white and black bass. What are you gonna catch, Aunt? I'm gonna catch a water snake. See how the Great Gilder Sleeve does in just a minute. The next time you give the family a main dish of leftovers, turn the meal into a feast by serving an extra-delicious salad, perhaps a colorful fruit combination, topped with plenty of miracle whip salad dressing. Yes, ma'am, you just do that, and I'll wager you'll hear nothing but cheers, even from the men, folks, because everyone goes for miracle whip's just right goodness. Not too sharp, not too mild. 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Cleverest coincidence I ever planned. Better stop in the drugstore and get some corks. Hello, Pee-Vee. Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lee. What can I do for you this evening? Pee-Vee, I want some bobbing corks. Okay. Corks, Pee-Vee, the kind to tell you when the fish are biting. I don't think I have any corks that smart, Mr. Gilder-Sleeve. All my corks know how to do is hold things in bottles. Yes. All right, Pee-Vee, just sell me a half a dozen large corks to tie on fishing lines. Going fishing, are you, Mr. Gilder-Sleeve? Yes, Pee-Vee, up to Grass Lake. Okay, well, I'll get my corks out. Well, that's a good idea. Is that a fish biting? I don't know, Pee-Vee. Well, are they gonna bite? I don't know that either. You don't seem any more interested in fishing than a couple of other people who are going up there tomorrow. What's this, Pee-Vee? Nurse Milford and young Dr. Olsen were just in discussing their plans over with Soda. Well, I'm not the least bit interested in their plans, Pee-Vee. What did they say? Well, she said I'll have a vanilla soda. Pee-Vee, that's not the information I'm after. What were his plans? Well, he planned to have his job very soon. And then he bought a bathing cap. Bathing cap? It seems if it's warm enough, Miss Milford plans to try her new bathing suit. Zeke. And then the good doctor bought some suntan lotion. I don't know why Dr. Olsen needs suntan lotion with a hide as thick as his. Well, the doctor didn't buy it for himself. He said he might have to pat some on Miss Milford. That's pushy intern. He'd better watch it. You'd care to take a bottle of the lotion along, Mr. Gillisey? Pee-Vee, I don't burn. You look a little burned already. What? If the fishing isn't good, you can always row a shore and join the picnetters. It wouldn't hurt to have a bottle along in case the doctor unjows. Pee-Vee, you know I wouldn't try to crash their party. No, I wouldn't say that. Well, give me a bottle. Leroy might get a sunburned nose. I've been able to sleep all night. His pillow was Dr. Olsen. I'd left hook'll hold him. Or maybe I could go to sleep. I wonder how cozy that guy's getting with my nurse. Ribble, dibble, dibble, dibble. Tim and his bulging biceps. Look at him covering her with sand. What a corny thing to do. The nose is getting thin, Catherine. Oh, I'd better put some sun-danned lotion on it. Now, now, you just leave all that to Dr. Olsen. Well... Don't let him, Catherine. Now, hold still. This won't hurt a bit. Mustn't let it burn. It's such a cute little nose. Doctor, you have such a pleasing bedside manner. Hey, he's not putting lotion on our nose. He's trying to kiss her. Catherine, darling. Yes, Doctor? Ooh, what nerve. Trying to kiss her on a public beach. I ought to call the police. There's a siren. Somebody beat me to it. What's wrong? What's wrong, beautiful? I got it. It's time to get up on it. Leroy, who set my alarm for five o'clock? I did. It's time to go fishing. Fishing? At this ungodly hour? Sure. You're mad, are you, Aunt? Well, no, my boy. At least he didn't get the kisser. Kiss who? Never mind, Leroy. What a character. One more helping, Bertie. I haven't much of an appetite this early in the morning. No, sir. I'll take anything he leaves, Bertie. All right, Leroy. He's just like his uncle. I'll get it, Bertie. I wonder who's going around ringing doorbells at this hour. Good morning, Gelde. Judge, what are you doing up so early? I always get up early. That's why I'm so sound of wind and limb. Just before the roosters. Well, Gelde, I happened to see a light in your house, so I came over. Judge, you can't see my lights from your house ten blocks away? Well, P.B. did tell me you and Leroy were going fishing this morning. Yeah, I knew it. And being an ardent fisherman, I happen to know all the best spots for fishing. Well, you don't happen to know what I'm fishing for. Oh, whether it's bass or bluegill, I know the spots to go. Now, Judge. Of course, I'm not inviting myself. Oh, no. Just out for a walk. But I doubt if you'd ever find the right spots if I wasn't there to point him out. Judge, you can't go fishing in that cape you're wearing. Oh, the cape is removable, Gelde. See? Oh, for tip boots, fishing jacket, landing net. And I just happened to bring my fishing rod. Oh? I was using it this morning for a walking stick. Yes. Birdy codlin' egg for the old judge. That's because you brought so much equipment along, Gelde. Even a ukulele. Yeah, what's a ukulele for us? I think it's too cool for her to go in the water. I mean, in case we go or see somebody we know, they might want me to sing a song. Why the binoculars, Gelde? Well, by the fish you catch the small, you need binoculars to see them. All right, Judge. With all that wind, wouldn't you like to row for a little while? Thank you, Gelde, but I'm the navigator. It's up to me to direct you to a good fishing spot. Look at that old goat standing up in the boat. Thinks he's Washington crossing the Delaware. What's the sound, Judge? I think I better. Oh, Gelde, you made me sit on the lunch. Oh, the cornstone sandwiches. All right, Leroy, toss out the anchor. Please, don't expect to catch fish right off the picnic ground. Why not? I wonder where they are. Gelde, why are you scatting the shore? The shore? No reason, Judge. Let's bait up and start fishing. Well, I'm just a guest, but if I had my way, we'd be fishing across the lake for those rocks. Yeah, over by the big stumps. There's a lot of bass over there. Leroy, I know what I'm doing. I think I'll try casting. Low bridge. You're wasting your time, Gelde. You'll never catch a fish here. Well, it won't hurt to... Hey, there's somebody over there under tree. I wonder if, no, Katie's a redhead. Gelde, what are you staring at? Real in the end. It's a deep water. Oh, yes. Now you got him coming. Darn fish won't even let me see who's on shore. Leroy and one for me. What a dull morning. Why do the fish have to pick on me? I'll take them off the hook, huh? You can take my rod, too, Leroy. I think I'll relax and look through my binoculars a while. I don't see him any place. Gelde, if you're looking for your nurse and young Dr. Olson, why not look behind you? What? Yeah, here they come in a boat. See, it is Catherine. Well, imagine meeting her out here. Yeah, and Dr. Olson. Yes, yes. Hello there. Hello, Miss Melford, Dr. Olson. Catherine, what are you two doing out in the boat? We've been fishing. Catherine, you've been fishing? Yeah, so fishing. What's the matter with the doctor? I'm afraid Clarence doesn't feel very well. See, sick? Oh, that's too bad. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's get to shore, Catherine. Well, all right. We didn't get a strike, Schrockmorton. You didn't? No. Schrockmorton, you did? Well, only six out of the nine. Oh, Catherine, please. Go to shore. The boat's rocking. Clarence looks like a pale blue-point oyster. Well, I guess we'd better go. Miss Melford, you seem to enjoy fishing. Oh, I do. Well, if I don't, you step into the boat with Gilder and Leroy and I will go shore with the doctor. Why just? Yeah, I'm getting hungry and I don't want to eat both sat-on sandwiches. When you come with me, Leroy, I'll buy all the hot dogs you can eat. Hey, King! Have fun, Gilder. What a fine old man. I'd be happy to have someone roll the boat. All I want to do is get on shore. Hurry, Leroy. Okay. Careful, Leroy. Let me take your hand, Catherine. It's easy. Thank you, Schrockmorton. This is going to be thrilling. You bet, thrilling. You take one or Leroy and I'll take the other. Okay. Clarence doesn't feel like talking. Now then, Schrockmorton, I'm completely in your hand. You are? How do I go about catching fish? Oh. Just drop my line over here? Well, I think this little spot has kind of fished out. Let's pull up anchor and drift over behind those willows. Whatever you say. With my luck today, wouldn't surprise me if I had a bass on the anchor. Drag behind the boat as we drift along. Oh, we're going to trove. Yeah. You handle the rods while I handle the ukulele. Ukulele? Oh, Schrockmorton. Whoever heard of a fisherman playing a ukulele? Well, music, half charms, even for fish. Catherine, imagine we're in a canoe floating on some tropical lagoon. Hi. With me. Where moon be? May I get that kiss the doctor missed? Catherine. Yes, Schrockmorton. Catherine. The fever is running high at your house. Chances are you're hunting for some fresh menu ideas to fit in with that mood. Well, how about a cool, crisp, tossed salad of all your favorite greens? And to make that salad as tempting as can be, make it with plenty of the one and only Miracle Whip salad dressing. Wonderful Miracle Whip is made from a secret craft recipe for real flavor perfection. It has a just right goodness, not too sharp, not too mild that you won't get in any other salad dressing. Yes, Miracle Whip is really unique. Its lively, different taste just can't be copied. See for yourself why millions prefer it. Top your spring salads with America's favorite salad dressing. Miracle Whip made by Craft. We'd better get ready for dinner, Schrockmorton. Oh, what's the hurry? I'd rather sit out here in the couch with you. But Judge Hooker has worked so hard in the kitchen. Well, he's having fun. It's the first time in years that he's cooked on more than one burner. Wait, where's Dr. Olson? Oh, the dear doctors hold it up in the port swing. Just proves, Catherine, when you're going out on the water, you'll need a water commissioner. Schrockmorton. Oh, picture ready. I'll never catch another fish as long as I live. Great Gilder Sleeve is played by Harold Perry. This show was written by Paul West, John Elliott, and M.D. White with music by Jack Neeson. Be sure to listen in next Wednesday and every Wednesday for the further adventures of The Great Gilder Sleeve. 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