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You're just wasting gasoline. No, I'm not. This way all the corners are right turns. That makes your slide closer to me. Rockmorton, you're a pixie. Here's the last corner. Oh! I'm slipping. These nylon seat covers are wonderful. Here's my house again. Don't you think we'd better stop? Oh, all right. Rockmorton, what's this on the floor of the car? What? Oh, that's canteen. There's water in it from the reservoir. Water? Yeah, I've got a great idea. I'll tell you about it later. It's been a lovely evening. Thanks for the movie. Wait a minute, Catherine. The evening is young. Let's turn on the radio and listen to some dance music. Well, for just a minute. Sure. I want to talk to you about tomorrow night. Tomorrow night? There's a big March of Dimes dance at the Armory. I've got two tickets. One for you and one for me. Well, that was thoughtful of you, Rockmorton. Wouldn't you just as soon see another movie tomorrow night? Another movie? Catherine, why is it that you never want to go dancing with me? In all the time I've known you, we've only been dancing once. Well... Wouldn't you like to trip the light fantastic, the urban hot stetter in his hip cats? I don't know. I may be a little tired. Oh, my goodness. This concludes our program of midnight moods and melodies. Station WSUM now leaves the air. Good night, sweetheart. Good night, sweetheart. That's WSUM sign-off. It's my sign-off, too. Don't go yet. Good night, sweetheart. Sleep will banish sorrow. Tears and parties may make us forlorn. But with a dawn, a new day is born. So I'll say, good night, sweetheart. Though I not beside you. Oh, yeah. Good night, sweetheart. Still my love will guide you. Dreams enfold you. Good night. Hey, I didn't say good night. That was that radio announcer. Talk more than I have to go in. But what about going to the dance? Well, you want to try dancing again? Do I? I wonder what you mean by that. He does. He walks straight to the icebox. Barney's been me. Without onions, I suppose. Yeah, might as well have had mine with chicken, there is. Some white meat, wishbone, and some cheese, and salami. You're going to dream again, Anki? Well, I usually dream anyway. I may as well make it exciting. Good, Anki. I think I'll have a bite. You know, I'm hungry. Bronco and I were dancing in the parlor tonight. Oh, well, I'm saving my dancing for tomorrow night at the armory. With Miss Milford, naturally. Yeah, finally talked her into it. What was the matter? Didn't you want to go? Well, we went dancing once. Ever since then, when I asked her, she's tired. I guess she's working pretty hard. Must be. You know how girls love to dance, and especially with me. I've always been very light on my feet. Pass the salami, please. You know, Anki, I bet I know why she doesn't like to go dancing with you. Why? How many new dances have you learned in the last 20 years? Well, I tried the Big Apple, but by the time I learned it, nobody was doing it anymore. Anki, I'm afraid you're getting old-fashioned. Old-fashioned? Me? When you're on the dance floor, what do you do when they play a samba? I sit down. I'm used to dancing to real music. Not a bunch of fellas moaning and shaking rattles. Witch doctors. But that happens to be the vogue. I'll bet that young intern, Miss Milford, goes with Kinsamba and Ramba, too. Well, so could I, if I wanted to. I could learn those silly dances overnight. And I may just do it. I could make all the difference in the world to a modern young woman like Miss Milford. I'll give up with. Bye, George. I'll show her. Well, good for you, Anki. You bet. Pass the pickles, please. Uncle Morty, if you eat another pickle, you'll be dancing in your dreams. What do I care? Maybe Arthur Murray will show up and teach me the samba. Here. And to round up this stuff, but nobody's gonna say Throckmorton P. Giller's leave is old-fashioned. See if I have everything. How to Samba in One Easy Lesson. An album of records by Jose Pepito and his six chili peppers. Hey, before I go home, I think I'll phone Catherine and tell her to be prepared for a big surprise. If I can get into this phone booth, all this... all... Good. K-K-K-K-T. Beautiful K-T. You're the only girl that I adore. Hello. Hello, Catherine. Throckmorton. Hello, Throckmorton. Hello, Throckmorton. Are you all set for the dance tonight? Well, you don't sound very enthusiastic, but I think I figured out why. Well... I guarantee you'll have a good time tonight, Catherine. I'm working out a little surprise for you. Surprise? What is it? Well, it doesn't pay to tell little girls everything. But you'll know tonight. Oh, I can hardly wait. I love surprises. Well, ta-ta until tonight. I like women. I do the samba. That sounds simple. All right, we'll play Brazil. Lee Roy, when you finish rolling up that rug, you may go. Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for anything. Good. Auntie, why don't we just walk through the steps before we put on the record? Walk? Well, you think that's necessary. I learned pretty fast, you know. Let's see what the instructions say. Start in the regular foxtrot closed position. No, I'm not. Come on, Marjorie. Well, we begin like this, Auntie. I see. I'll hold the instruction books in my left hand here. Now, let's see. The samba is an easy, rocking step, a graceful swaying movement. That's right. You start with your left foot, like this. Oh, yeah. Take one step forward. Wait forward. Bending knee twice. How am I doing, Lee Roy? Oh, brother. Auntie, maybe I'd better put on the record so you'll get the rhythm of the music. Yeah, I'll pick it up in a minute once I hear the music. Hey, it says here in the book, steaming tropics of Brazil comes the samba. All right, Lee Roy. A passing rhythm done with gay abandon. Originally danced by the natives of Brazil in the coffee bushes. Yep. You can cut out the travelogue, Burton Holmes. Just read the instructions. Two, one, two rhythm, Auntie. Yeah, I doubt that. Now, come on, Auntie, and remember, when your feet go forward, your body sways backwards. You mean my feet go in one direction, my body in another? That's right. It's a rocking motion. Well, here it goes. Feet go forward, body sways back. Oops, almost swayed too far back. What's the matter, aren't you getting seasick? Lee Roy. Left shoulder, left foot, right shoulder, right foot. What? Right foot, left foot. That's impossible. I'd better sit down. All right, Auntie, take it. Go, Miss Gil, please. Samba, Verdi. Complicated, and I thought, Verdi. Not that I'd better leave you, Lee Roy. Heck no. But even with those feet. You'll get it in time, Miss Gil, please. I have to get it by tonight. It ain't hard. The main thing you have to do is shift gears fast. Well, excuse me, I got to get lunch. Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo. Chili pepper in the house. 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So next time you shop, get the cheese food with the real cheddar flavor. Get pabsteth in the round package. Or better yet, save by buying the economical two-pound loaf. In any package, it's delicious. Well, let's get back to the great Gilder Sleeve. He has a date to take Katie Milford dancing tonight and not wishing to be considered an old-fashioned dancer. He's trying to learn the samba. How's he doing? Well, he isn't doing the samba. And I promised Catherine I'd surprise her. Just can't understand it. I did everything the lesson said. Something's wrong, but I don't see how it can be me. Must be the lesson. I think I'll try it here on the sidewalk. One and two, three and four. One and two and... Hello, Mrs. Pettibone. Just playing hopscotch. She probably never saw a man's samba before. Old-fashioned bitty. Funny, I can't get the hang of that step. One and two and three and... ...slipped. Sidewalks icy. I almost did it, though. My feet went forward and my body went backward. How did I do that? I can just remember to slip in the right spot. One and two and three and four. One and two and three and... Why, George, I've got it. I've learned the samba. One and two and three and four and... Zeef. Hard sidewalk. Well, anyway, I've got it. Mr. Peavey. Mr. Peavey. What can I do for you today? Peavey, guess what I'm doing? Choo-choo-choo. Choo-choo-choo. Playing train. Peavey, I'm doing the samba. I'll dance. Look, Peavey, I'm dancing. Choo-choo-choo. May I ask a question, Mr. George? What is it, Peavey? Who are you dancing with? I'm going to be dancing with Catherine. That's why I learned it, Peavey. These days, a man can't relax just because he knows how to waltz in one step. Why not? Well, because they'll think you're old-fashioned, Peavey. Come out from behind that collar and I'll teach you how to samba. Me? Yeah, come on, I'll teach you the step in two minutes. Mr. Gildersley, what would my customers say? Well, is nobody in the store? Well, if you and I started dancing, this room would be. All right, Peavey, if you want to be an old, funny-duddy. Mr. Gildersley, I'm no funny-duddy. I considered learning the Charleston once. You've been? I'm here to tell you. Then I said to myself, how often did the fella get to Charleston? Oh, my goodness. That was a little witnesses, Mr. Gildersley. Charleston is the name of the city and also the... I know, Peavey. Are you going to display that new step at the March of Dimes dance tonight, Mr. Gildersley? You bet. You going to be there, Peavey? Yes, I'm taking Mrs. Peavey. Great, you'll have a wonderful time. Well, now I wouldn't say that. Mrs. Peavey and I may be a little rusty. We haven't been out dancing since school age was President. You don't dance much, do you, Peavey? Well, no, but I consider this a worthy cause and I'm willing to make the sacrifice. You call it a sacrifice to bring $4 to the March of Dimes? No, taking Mrs. Peavey dancing. Well, I'll see you at the dance, Peavey. Nice and close tonight. Face feels like suede. Better trim my mustache a little. I want to look smooth tonight, Gildersley. There. Here on the wall. Who's the handsomest of them all? Let's watch them. I thought I told you to get my black Homburg and brush it. I was going to, but you hypnotized me. Well, the old blue surge looks pretty good. I wonder if I should wear a tight black sash and leave my shirt open the way those dancers do in the movies. Nah. Just because I can do the samba, I want to go overboard. These Brazilian cigarettes taste pretty good. Here's your hat, Uncle. Thanks, my boy. Well, almost time to go for Catherine. I wonder if I can samba downstairs. You better watch it, Uncle. Heck, I can do this on ice. Uncle, you look gorgeous. Thank you, my dear. May I have the pleasure of this dance, senorita? Delighted, Senorunkey. One and two and three and four. One and two and three and four. Well, Uncle, you've got it. Choo-choo-choo-choo. I didn't think you had it in you. Hey, Bertie! Oh, Marjorie, better save my win. Isn't he wonderful, Bertie? Yes, ma'am. He's going to make a hit with Miss Milford tonight. I'm better after all the trouble I've gone through. Yes, sir. You're going to be bell of the ball. No, Bertie. All Miss Milford got to do is close her eyes and she'll think she's dancing with Fred Astaire. Fred Astaire? Well, I'm a little more muscular than Fred is. Bertie's wrong about that. I'm not like Fred Astaire. I'm more the Rudolph Valentino type. Yeah. Suppose we sit this one out, Catherine, huh? Floor is pretty crowded. But, Rockmorton, you were in such a terrible rush to get here. I thought you wanted to dance. Well, sure. But who wants to dance to an old-fashioned waltz? Don't you? Well, I should say not. Maybe all right for Peevee and Judge Hooker, but not for me. I like dancing with some bounce. Something with some zing in it. Zing? You've only danced with me once, Catherine. It wasn't a fair sample. I had to follow the music. The band plays a foxtrot. You have to trot. You know that. Oh, yes, of course. I'm just as modern as anybody. Maybe even more so. By George, I have no sympathy whatsoever for a person who doesn't keep up with the times, especially in dancing. Rockmorton, you surprise me. You haven't seen anything yet. Just wait. Glass, that's over. I'll show you something that up-to-date people can dance to. Hi. It's awfully warm in here. Well, we can't go outside now, Catherine. I told you I had a big surprise for you. Well, couldn't you tell me about it in the car? We could drive someplace. Catherine, I can't tell you about it. With that hot stutter and his tired hep cats who just play some decent music. Wait here, Catherine. I'm going over and have a talk with her being hot stutter. Excuse me. Be right back. I'll go away. Pardon me. Howdy, commissioner. Oh, hello, Uncle Charlie. Coming through. Walsers. Excuse me. Why does everybody crowd up in front of the bandstand like a bunch of sheep? Oh, there's Peavey and Mrs. Peavey. Excuse me, Peavey. Well, Mr. Gildersleeve, cutting in for the next day? Yeah. No, Peavey. Just passing by. Boy, that was close. Mr. Hot Stutter. Hey, Hot Stutter. I'm Throckmorton Peavey Gildersleeve, city water commissioner. I know you're commissioner. I'll bet you want us to play a number for you. Yeah, that's right. What'll it be? Cool water? How about forgetting these walsers and playing a hot samba, huh? Well, we hadn't programmed any sambas this evening. You see, this isn't a samba crowd. But you got to play one. Look, Irving, confidentially, I've spent all day learning the samba for that pretty girl over there. Yeah, she is pretty. Watch it, Irving. Watch it. How about playing a samba? We don't have our samba music out. Here, Hot Stutter. Here's $5. $5? Commissioner, the boys were just about to play a samba. Uh... Make it Brazil, and don't start like I give you the signal. Pardon me. Coming through. Excuse me. Catherine? Yes, Rockmorton? Uh, now we can dance. Well, I was beginning to wonder what happened. Together, I got music. This is a big surprise. You have to have music for it? Oh, seriously. Come on out on the porch, Catherine, and wait in the crowd. I don't think we'd better. Oh, come on. Those potted palms will make a nice background. Real tropical stuff. Like coffee bushes. But, Rockmorton, I... Yeah, this is better. Wait for all those old, funny dutties. Who are you waving to? Yeah, I'm just Irving. He waved back. Now comes a surprise. Well... Come on, Irving. Here we go, Catherine. Surprise. Choo-choo-choo. Choo-choo-choo. Oh! Oh, Rockmorton! What are you doing? That's the Samba, Catherine. That was a surprise. Oh. What's the matter? I have a surprise for you. I don't know how to Samba. Oh, funny, Daddy. Catherine, not you. Now you know the awful truth, Rockmorton. Now you know why I haven't wanted to go to dances. I can't do these new steps. Really? Is that good? Come on, Catherine. Where are we going? Back to Hot Center. South America's gonna hate us, but we're gonna trade Brazil for $5 worth of walsons. Yeah. Gillis-Lee will be back very shortly with something you'll want to hear. For hearty sandwiches, for regular meals, for company menus. Here's something that has a place in every well-furnished refrigerator. Pabstead. That deliciously different pasteurized processed cheese food with the real cheddar flavor. You can get Pabstead in handy-sized round packages. Golden for cheddar flavor and red for pimento. Or save money by buying the economical two-pound loaf. Whatever package you choose, you get the same delicious flavor and rich food value. Tomorrow, get Pabstead. Remember, Pabstead, the pasteurized processed cheese food with that real cheddar flavor. All that kiss in the dark was it to me just Catherine? Both hands on the wheel for important. Wish this car was run by radar. We could park for a few minutes in front of the post office, Catherine. We could walk over the city hall. No. Just for a minute? No. Half a minute? Thrump, Morton, you were going to tell me about this canteen on the floor of the car. Oh, yeah. The canteen. Well, there's an ounce of water in that from the Summerfield Reservoir. I'm going to send it to New York City. From the Water Commissioner of Summerfield to the Water Commissioner of New York. Quite an idea, don't you think? An ounce of water? Well, it's just a reminder to the people that it stops, the local Water Commissioner will add an ounce of that city's water. It'll be Phoenix, Arizona, Salt Lake City, Denver, Omaha, Kansas City, St. Louis, Chicago, Milwaukee, Minneapolis, Detroit, Cleveland, Pittsburgh, Washington, and Philadelphia. It'll be delivered to Mr. Stephen J. Carney, Water Commissioner of New York on February 22nd. 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