 The Kraft Foods Company presents Willard Waterman as the Great Gilder Sleeve. The Great Gilder Sleeve is brought to you transcribed by the Kraft Foods Company. How'd you like to own a brand new Ford Victoria every year for five years? This is first prize in Kraft Oil's Sensational Name the Cake contest. All you do to win is name a wonderful new cake made with Kraft Oil. The recipe comes free with every bottle. Bake it, name it, and win a new Ford Victoria every year for five years, or one of 1850 Dormeyer Electric Appliances. Listen for complete details in a few minutes. When in a town the size of Summerfield, there are times when Mr. Peavey has very little to do but listen to the sounds go by his pharmacy. Without taking his eyes off his crossword puzzle, he can identify them. For instance, he knows this is Mrs. Fletcher who runs the beauty parlor next door parking her car. She's late again. And when Mr. Peavey hears something like this coming down the street, he knows it's a horse. And when he hears these steps, which he does every day, he knows it isn't a horse because horses don't come in his store. Hello, Peavey. Yeah, hello, Mr. Jones. Baboon. Who, me? No, no, I'm putting down a word in this crossword puzzle. Oh, what can I do for you today? I have a cup of coffee, Peavey. I'm glad you dropped in. What's on your mind, Peavey? Mr. Jones, would you care to join me in some form of mild exercise these evenings? Exercise? Make it bold, swim it to wine, toss the medicine ball. What a picture. A drug is tossing the medicine ball. It is a pretty big pill, all right. What gave you this idea? Mrs. Peavey. Oh? She got out the old album the other night and took a look at our wedding picture. She shook her head and said, Mr. Peavey, you're not the man I married. She did? The night though, I was twice the man she married. You're round your waist, anyway. Oh, my goodness. But I think Mrs. Peavey is right about the exercise. I've been tied down to the pharmacy pretty much for the past 30 years. Well, a man ought to exercise at least once every 30 years. That's right. How about doing bowling tomorrow night? Tomorrow night? Oh, I'm sorry, Peavey. Well, if you feel bowling is a little strenuous, how about starting with marbling? Oh, I'm not available. I think I'm babysitting tomorrow night. Oh, blonde or blue neck. No, I don't have a date. But Marjorie is going over to Mother Thompson's where little Linda is spending the week, so I'll be sitting with Ronnie. Well, I thought Birdie usually stayed with Marjorie's children. Well, I just talked to Birdie before I left the office. And she's going to be on the radio tomorrow night. You're doing training? Yeah. You know, her cake won first prize at the county fair. She deserved it. That was her prime cake. Well, first, she was just going to be an interview. And then they found out she sings. And now it looks like Birdie's going to put on a show for them. My, my. She's quite excited about it. You'll have to listen in. I'd like to, but I'd better get some exercise and take off a little weight. Peavey, you can get your exercise next week. Mrs. Peavey expects me to start getting my weight down this week. All right. Now I know who carries the weight around your house. Well, no, I don't. Well, maybe she does. When I came home, I found a note on my door saying you wanted to see me. Oh, yes. I'm terribly sorry, Miss Margie, but I can't babysit tomorrow night. Oh. I got good news. Birdie's going to be on the radio. Really? Yes, ma'am. Birdie's going to be on the radio tomorrow night. She's going to talk about cooking and she's going to sing a song. That's wonderful. Hi. Hello, Leigh Roy. Hello, Leigh Roy. Ain't that exciting, Miss Margie? What's exciting? Oh, it certainly is. How did it happen, Birdie? Yeah. How did what happen? Well, the man who's got the cooking program called. What's cooking? Oh, please, Leigh Roy. Birdie's trying to tell me something. Oh. Well, the man wants me on the radio. What, ma'am? What radio? Because my cake won first prize. Is that all you have to do to get on the radio? Bake a cake? Oh, Birdie, I'm so happy for you. Oh, thank you, ma'am. Yeah, me too, but I'll be slob happy if you don't tell me what's going on. Leigh Roy, Birdie's going to appear on the radio tomorrow night because her cake won first prize at the county fair. So, see, that's well, Birdie. Oh, thank you. And she's going to sing, Leigh Roy. Yeah? How'd they know you could sing, Birdie? Well, they found out and thought of a roundabout way. Yeah? How? I told them. Oh, Birdie could learn by tomorrow night. Birdie's standing on her head to get on the radio. You guess I'll have to get Anki to sit with Ronnie tomorrow night. Hey, how about me babysitting for your marriage, huh? How about a 50 cents an hour? Why should I pay you 50 cents an hour? 35? Leigh Roy, why should I pay even 25 cents an hour when Anki will do it for nothing? Well, you only get what you pay for. Here are your products. Now, don't let Anki hear you say that. Si, did you ever sat with babies? What's the sit-in? How about a March 9? I'm broke. I need the money. Now, Leigh Roy. No kidding. I'm flat. I haven't got a dime. What a pitiful picture. Yeah. All right. You can babysit tomorrow night. Wow. Birdie, if you're going to sing tomorrow night, save your voice. Say, I better tell Margie I'll sit with Ronnie tomorrow night now that you can't do it. I think Leigh Roy is going to sit with little Ronnie. Leigh Roy? He doesn't know anything about babysitting. Yeah, I'll tell him I'll take over. Leigh Roy! Yeah? What does I hear about you babysitting? Yeah, Margie's letting me stay with Ronnie. Yeah, it's nice of you to volunteer, my boy, but I think you're a little young for that responsibility. Young? Are you kidding? Leigh Roy, you wouldn't know what to do. You haven't had any experience with children? Oh, gosh, I was one myself. Experience can you have? I mean experience babysitting. Well, when I was a baby, I was sat with and I watched. If I remember correctly, you were practically sat on. You were a handful. That's why I'll make such a good babysitter. I know all the tricks to watch for. Well, I'm sorry, my boy, but it's a school night and you shouldn't be up late. Oh, for corn's sake. Besides, we have to think of little Ronnie. A child has to feel safe and protected. Okay, I'll protect him. I'll take my junior G-man badge. No, no, with me in the house, little Ronnie will feel he's well taken care of. And that's important to young children. Well, Ronnie and I got along great. We played together all the time. He wouldn't be afraid with me. Yes, Bertie. We were just talking about you. No, no, we didn't mean that. I was just trying to prove a point to Leigh Roy. Okay, I'm fukin' babysit. I give up. No, wait a minute, wait a minute. Don't take that attitude. I want you to know why you shouldn't say it. Now we'll leave it up to the child. What child? You. Yeah, then, Ronnie, you know what you want. You have a mind of your own. When your mommy leaves you tomorrow night and you have to be tucked into your little bed, all alone, who would you rather have with you? Leigh Roy or good old Uncle Mark? I want Leigh Roy. Leigh Roy, I'm babysitting. He isn't old enough to know what he wants. Great Gilda Sleeve will be back in just a moment. Somebody's going to win a new Ford Victoria every year for five years. It could be you. And 1,850 other families are going to win Valuable Dormire electrical appliances. To win one of these wonderful prizes, all you do is name a luscious new cake that's made with craft oil. It's easy. You'll find the cake recipe printed on the inside of the label when you buy a green-capped bottle of craft oil. Just make it and send craft the name you think best describes how good it is. 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So he's taking over himself tonight in spite of the fact that Ronnie expressed a preference for Leroy. I know Leroy's disappointed. And by George, never send a boy to do a man's work. Well, I'll surprise the boy with a little bonus next allowance day. I'll get a couple of magazines and some of Peavey's cigars and be set to the next. Hello, Peavey. What can I do for you this evening? I'm staying with little Ronnie this evening, so I want some cigars, and I better take a couple of magazines. Leroy tells me he was asked to sit, but you wouldn't let him. Peavey babysitting is a serious business, and I insisted on going myself. All right, Teddy. Ronnie should prove a very capable sitter. Of course. You've had more experience sitting than he has. All right, Peavey. You have quite a broad background. Peavey, you're treating this very lightly. Sharing for children is quite an art, and I happen to have a flair for it. Oh, my. Babysitting isn't child's play, you know. You have to be on your toes every minute, ministering to their needs, knowing when to say don't. Quite a responsibility. Well, when I was growing up, babysitting wasn't a problem. In fact, they hadn't even told us a word. Well, who sat with the baby when the parents were out? Well, at my house, their family was so large, we just sat with each other. The larger the family got, the less our parents could afford to go out, so it wasn't a problem. What kind of magazines do you want, Mr. Gillespie? Well, I know the kind of cigars you smoke. That's a lot. Are those good cigars, Peavey? No, but they're the kind you smoke. Oh, three cigars. That'll be sixteen cents. Peavey, no matter what you say, the El Lobo is a good cigar. Well, you can't get any more for your money unless you want to roll up some old newspaper. Oh, I don't know why I came in. Before I go, shall I write down the thing for you to do? No, Marjorie, I know how to take care of things. You better write it down for him, Marjorie. Leroy, why are you hanging around? Well, if I can't sit with money, I thought I'd watch you sit. Maybe I'd better write things down, aren't you? Yeah, it isn't necessary, Marjorie. I've got a mind like a steel trap. Something's snapped, huh? Young man. Just kidding, Aunt. Well, remember, Ronnie goes to bed promptly at eight o'clock. That's right, Leroy. Yeah, I know. I know. And just before bedtime, he always likes to... A graham cracker and a glass of milk. Leroy. You'll find a graham cracker in the bread box. And after I leave, Ronnie will try to tell you this is his night to watch a western movie. Well? But it isn't. Leroy, why don't you go home and study? We're sure. Just checking you out. And now, can you remember all that, Aunt? You might, Marjorie. Don't worry. I know just how to handle Ronnie. I raised you with Leroy, didn't I? I wasn't worried. Leroy hit the books. I'm going. Come along, Leroy. Good night, Ronnie. Don't you worry about Ronnie. Now, Auntie, if you want to phone me, Mother Thompson's number is Hillside 583. Confounded, Leroy. We're gone. I think I didn't know the first thing about managing a child. Does it go? Yeah. Ronnie, what are you doing with your cap pistols buckled over your pajamas? This is my night to watch a western movie. It is not. You're not going to put anything over on me. I'll bet I do. Yeah, that'll soon be your bedtime. Come along now, and we'll get you your graham crackers and milk. I don't want to go to bed. Yeah, let's get things ready anyway. Pour some milk. Nothing like a glass of milk at bedtime. Yeah, let's see. Where are the graham crackers? In me. What? I already ate them. Zeke. Zeke who? Never mind. Let's take our milk now and paddle off to bed. But Uncle Mort. Well, climb in bed anyway and I'll read you a story. Can't you read the story while I'm watching the westerns? No, Ronnie. We're missing a lot of cowboys, Uncle Mort. Well, put your guns away and climb into bed. And maybe... Yeah, I doubt if any Indians are up this way. You drink your milk while I read the story. I don't want to go to bed. Yeah, this sounds like an interesting story. Little Miss Muffet sat in the tuffet eating her curds in the way. A long game of spiders... Stay down, he's silent. I'm trying to snuff it away. Oh, you know that one. I know it until I'm sick of it. Well, let's try another one. Jack and the Beanstalk. He could cut down the Beanstalk to giant swabs on his head and they'd have had me ever after. Oh, my goodness. Ronnie, it's eight o'clock. Lights out. Lights out didn't mean much to that boy. You've been up and down like a jack in the box. Hey, 9.30. I don't want to miss Bertie on the radio. I'm glad Ronnie got settled at last. I haven't heard anything for the past 15 minutes. What's that? Ronnie up again? He's up. Ronnie, what are you doing? What are you getting at, Anna? Dishpan? That boy drinks so much water, I don't know why they don't put a hydrant in his room. Ronnie, what are you doing in the kitchen? Why don't you get your drink in the bathroom? Back to bed. You have to get to sleep. Scoot, Ronnie, back in bed. Yeah. He's settled now. I can get comfortable with the radio. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Been a busy evening. Ronnie, what are you doing? Never mind. It's after 9.30. Oh, please be quiet. Good night. Good night. I've already missed part of Bertie's program. Quite a cake she baked to put her on the radio. Yes, Ronnie? I know, I know. Now that Bertie Lee Coffins has given you her helpful cooking hits, we have a little surprise. It ain't no surprise to me, I've been practicing. That's fine. Bertie will sing one of the top tunes of the day. You saw me crying in the chimes as I shed with tears of joy. You better turn the radio down a little bit. Don't wake Ronnie. Getting sleepy myself. I mustn't fall asleep on the job like some babysitter do it. Turn off the music. Too soothing. A long day. And an active night. Ronnie was hard to bed down. Situations well in hand. Yes. Be comfortable, but not asleep. Did everything go all right? Yeah, fine. Great. Don't wake up, Ronnie. He's in bed in the bed for hours. Well, I always like to see these covered. Yeah, let's take a look. He is an active little rascal. Uncle Moore? Yeah, we don't want to wake him. He isn't in his bed. What? He must be there someplace. Ronnie! Ronnie! Ronnie! I was sitting right there. Let's hope Bertie knows something about him. Bertie! He's not in his little bed, Bertie. You're thinking. Come on, let's wake up Leroy and search the neighborhood. Uncle, I don't know how you could have let this happen. You have all people. No, Marjorie, let's not get excited. Let's be calm. Let's call the police and the fire department. Look, Margie, Leroy. Ain't that a picture? Oh, it is to me. Leroy, Ronnie wasn't home. He was just checking. Ronnie, are you in bed with me? Baby, and you said you weren't asleep, Uncle Moore. What a baby sitter. I could have dozed off for a split second. You shouldn't have left me, Ronnie. But you were snoring so loud I couldn't sleep. Let's everybody go to bed. We'll be right back. Just a last reminder to get your entry blank for Craft Oil's Sensational Name the Cake Contest at your grocers tomorrow. It's the easiest contest in the world to enter. Just send in a name for the wonderful new cake made with lighter-bodied craft oil. This prize is a new Ford Victoria every year for five years. Other prizes include 1,850 Dormire electric appliances. Just name the cake that's made with craft oil. Get your entry blank tomorrow. Hello, Miss Margie. It's nice to see you, my dear. I didn't know you'd ever come over again after I went to sleep babysitting last night. Well, Uncle, I'd forgotten all about it. It could have happened to anybody. Ronnie was partly to blame. He's such a little pixie. Margie, I'm delighted you feel that way. In fact, I have brought you a little present. A present? For me? Ain't that nice? Well, thank you, my dear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to the twins. You're all right. When is both of these, Miss Guilty? Well, you will soon see, baby. Margie always puts a little out of thought into her gifts. See you in alarm clock. This is played by Willard Waterman. And it's an NBC radio network production. The show is written by John Elliott and Andy White that is transcribed. Included in the cast are Walter Tetley, Mary Lee Rod, Lillian Randolph, Richard Beals, and Jick LeGrand. Musical composition by Jack Meakin. This is John Heason saying goodnight for the Craft Foods Company, makers of the famous line of craft quality food products. Be sure to listen in next Wednesday and every Wednesday for the further adventures of The Great Gildersleeve. What goes into your favorite sandwich? Maybe it's roast beef or savory baked ham. 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