 The Craft Foods Company presents Willard Waterman as the Great Gildesleeve. The Great Gildesleeve is brought to you each week by the Craft Foods Company. On your mark, get set, go! Times running out in Parquet, Margarine's great $83,500 Name the Twins contests. Still time left though for you to win one of those glamorous Ford Victorias or one of 1150 other prizes. Tonight will be our last chance to give full contest details on this program, so have paper and pencil ready for our next announcement. Listen too for the names of second week's winners at the close of tonight's broadcast. This great contest and tonight's Great Gildesleeve program are brought to you by Parquet Margarine, the margarine that tastes so good because it's always fresh. Try it, you'll love it. P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet Margarine made by Craft. Well, the twins are growing and getting brighter and cuter every day. And the Great Gildesleeve is finding that with the babies around, it's pretty hard to get away from the house in the morning. You better let me take them now, Unky. Well, let me hold the little rascals for a minute. You and Bertie get to have them all day. Yeah, listen to them. Happiest can be. Right, George, I have a way with babies. Oh, they're laughing. Look, Unky. Yeah, no teeth. I tell you, Marjorie, you and Bronco have to find some names for these babies. Oh, we will, Unky. All our friends are helping us. Well, good. You know, a few minutes with these little tykes really starts the day off fine. Makes a man feel that he loves everybody. Help! Come here! Oh, there's Leroy. Take the babies, my dear. They're ready for bed. In the living room! Hurry up! What is it, darling? What is it, my boy? It's a ship. A ship? Where? What's this about a ship, Leroy? Not Leroy. There are no ships on dry land. Say, there is one, Bertie. Mr. Bullard has a sailboat hitched to his Cadillac. Yeah, I doubt it, Leroy. He's probably going to sail it on Grass Lake. You show off. What's everybody staring at? Mr. Bullard has a boat, Marjorie. Gosh, he'd hardly speak to us before. Now he'll probably throw rocks at us. Isn't it beautiful? I've seen bigger in pictures. Well, I don't look at it no more. I get seasick. He's going to have trouble backing it into the street. Yeah, he better watch it. He's got a name right at my maple tree. I'm going to go out and direct traffic. Leroy, stay here behind the curtains. If anybody goes out, I'll go out. Now, Anki, I don't think Mr. Bullard will appreciate your help. Yeah, I'm not trying to help, Bullard. I'm trying to protect my tree. Things have been so peaceful lately. Yeah, you haven't fought in a week. Well, I'm not going out to fight. Oop, he's getting closer to my maple. If that Bullard's looking for trouble, he's coming to the right tree. Marjorie's right. There's no use antagonizing Bullard just because he doesn't know how to back out his boat. I'll be just diplomatic and tell him how to do it. I see you have a boat. Yes. Can I be of any help? No. Well, didn't think you could see all the way back to the end of the boat. I'll manage, thank you. Yeah, I'll be glad to give you direction. Thank you, no. Well, I'd be glad to help a neighbor. Gildesleeve, what are you trying to do? Penagle an invitation to ride on my boat this summer? Yeah, I am not. As a matter of fact, the proud of your boat is pointing right at my maple tree. That's the stern. You. Stop worrying and move, Gildesleeve. I'm cramping my wheels that way. Well, Mr. Brody should cramp them the other way. Gildesleeve, do me a favor. Glad to. That's why I came out. No, no, no, no, no, no. No, I don't want that kind of help. I'm a grown man with a good car and a license to drive it. Now let me drive it! Oh, yes. Go ahead. Thank you. You're a little to the right. You cramped in the left. Easy now. Stop! Gildesleeve, you're coming close to my mate. I know how to drive. You see? You see? You see? Gildesleeve, stop saying you see, you see. If you backed into my tree, it's all your fault. It's all your fault. Why did you plant the tree so close to the curb? Yover. Look at this, Bullard. You broke off a limb. My dear, where? There. Sticking up through the bottom of your boat. Gildesleeve, you! Watch it, Bullard. Why didn't you tell me I was about to hit your tree? Why didn't I tell it? He's a hard man to like. Gildesleeve, shave, shampoo, haircut. Well, I need something. Just add another brush with that snooty rums and bullet. What a neighbor. Well, it takes all kinds of people to make a world, as they say. Well, you can make a world without that kind. Him and his big cars and his sailboats. You know, I'm all through with him, Floyd. This is the end. Sure. Why don't you climb up in the chair and forget it? Well, Gildesleeve might relax me. You will, I think, on my hat. Sure. Get under a hot towel and let little Floydie Monson steam your cares away. Good morning, Monson. Oh, Mr. Bullard. Oop, Bullard. Give me a shave, Monson. I'm in a hurry. Yover, he's got my seat. Floyd! Yeah, Commish? Yeah, I'm first, you know. Well... Who's first? Oh, is that you back there, Gildesleeve? I thought it was Monson's pot-bellied stove. Now, see here, Bullard. Get out of that chair. I will not. If this is your chair, why weren't you in it? Because you beat me to it. Bullard, don't laugh up your French cuffs at me. You called me a nincompoop this morning. True. Well, you're a double nincompoop. Gildesleeve, get out of my sight! I can't wait to. And if we ever meet again, don't even speak to me. I'll cut you cold! Well, don't you speak to me. I'll cut off your water. You and him don't see eye to eye, do you, Mr. Bullard? That Monson is the understatement of the year. He started my day off this morning by poking a hole in my boat with his maple tree. No kidding. That was only the beginning of a miserable day. When I got my boat to the lake, I found the property I had to cross was fenced and posted. Well, if you want to cut the fence, I got a pair of hedge clippers at home. Monson, you have to handle these things legally or you get sued. Oh. My lawyer is tracing the owner of the property now. Well, you got Judge Hooker working, huh? Yes, the judge is getting permission to cross. Oh. And I have to have it if I expect to spend the summer on my boat. Good morning, Floyd. Oh, hi, Judge. Come on in. Is that my client you have in the chair? Judge, did you get the easement? No, Romson, but I found out who's in charge of the property. Good. We won't have any trouble getting the boat down to the water, will we? None whatsoever. All you have to do to get your boat in the water is to see the water, Commissioner. You mean Gilda's leave? The Summerfield Water Department now owns all the land bordering the lake. And Gilda is the man to see. Aren't we in luck? Luck. What's the matter, Romson? Mr. Bullard, maybe you'd like to spend your summer in the mountains. Monson, stay out of this. Yes, sir. Romson, for some reason, you seem to be upset. I am upset. I'm seizing. Gilda's leave not only punched a hole in my boat, now he's barring me from the lake. What says? They ain't on the best of times, Judge. Oh. Well, he can't do this to me. I won't be outsmarted by a water buffalo. Nevertheless, we need his signature. What a formidable luck. All winter I've looked forward to spring when I could sail my boat. But if Gilda's leave thinks I'm going to come crawling to him, thawing and begging. I forgot my hat. Hello, Gilda. Hi, Commiss. Good morning, Judge. See you later, Floyd. Oh, Gilda's leave. We're not speaking, Mr. Bullard. Remember? Forgive me, Gilda's leave. I'm a bad tempered man. You should hate me. He does. Lloyd. Lloyd. Gilda's leave. We've had our little differences from time to time, and it's been my fault. I've been a bad neighbor. He's been a bad... Bullard, what are you up to? Gilda, it's about... Judge. Commiss, you know, Bullard's boat, would you not to hold in... Yeah, I did not. Of course he didn't. It was all my fault. What's that? I carelessly backed my boat into your maple tree. A stupid thing to do. Well... I'd just like to buy you another tree. A golden spruce. You would? Let's let bygones be bygones, Gilda's leave. Well... Join our hands in friendship. Men, the torn and tattered fellowship of years gone by. I've always admired you, Gilda's leave. Really? I've said to myself so often, why are you so mean to Mr. Gilda's leave when you love him so? Yeah. And now I hope you'll honor me with your friendship. Sure. Thank you. Gilda's leave, old friend. How about having lunch with me tomorrow at my club? Lunch at your club. Say that it'll be fine. Thank you. You've made me very happy. Yeah, I have. You are a wonderful fellow. Nick Gildesley will return after this important announcement. Ford Victoria's. Beautiful new Ford Victoria's waiting for honors. That's right. This is our last chance to tell you how you may win a beautiful new Ford Victoria, or one of 1150 other valuable prizes in Parquet, Margarine's $83,500 series of weekly big prize contests. Prizes, just listen to these prizes. Each week for five weeks, Parquet is awarding four beautiful new Ford Victoria's, 10 General Electric portable dishwashers, 20 General Electric triple whip mixers, 100 crisp new $20 bills, 100 crisp new $10 bills. Here's how you enter. Think of names for Margie and Bronco's twins. One's a boy, one's a girl. Get an entry blank from your grocer. It will tell you how prize-winning entries are judged. Or use plain paper. Send your names for the twins, your own name and address, and your grocer's name and address to Parquet, Margarine, box 6799 Chicago 77, Illinois. With each entry, enclose the red end flap from a package of Parquet, Margarine. And remember, first prize winners whose entries were accompanied by two red end flaps instead of one are entitled to a $500 bonus in addition to a Ford Victoria. This week's contest ends at midnight this Saturday. The fifth and final contest ends at midnight April 14th. And her both contests as often as you like. Remember the address, Parquet, Margarine, box 6799 Chicago 77, Illinois. Why shouldn't you win one of those Ford Victoria's? Mail your entry tomorrow. Let's get back to the great Gildersley. His wealthy neighbor, Mr. Bullard, has never been exactly friendly. But since he bought a sailing boat and discovered he couldn't get it on the lake without a permit from the water commissioner, things have changed. Are my shoes shined, Leroy? Yeah, here they are, Aunt. Yeah, thank you. And here you are, my boy. A quarter. Gosh, thanks. I usually get only 15 cents. Well, Leroy, I doubt if they let a man in Bullard's club with a 15-cent shine. It's pretty snooty, all right. Why is Mr. Bullard inviting you, Aunt? Well, because he likes me, Leroy. Huh? Leroy, he does. He said some very complimentary things about me. Yeah, I know. What is an income poop? That sort of talk is a thing of the past. Oop, wonder who's at the door. I'll get it! Never mind, Bertie, I'll get it. Good morning, Gildersley. Well, good morning, Mr. Bullard. Come in, come in. Thank you. Yeah, I'm delighted to see you, Mr. Bullard. Why don't you call me Rumson? Oh, for currency. Rumson? Oh, no need for us to be formal when we're such close friends. Yeah, you're right. Rumson. Close friend. This is sickening. I liked it better when they were fighting. Well, Leroy, you're growing into a more handsome young man every day. Are you kidding? Leroy, don't you want to go outside for a little while? I'll say, I need the air. By the way, Gildersley, I haven't seen the twins. Oh, you have a treat and sore for you. I think Marjorie has them in the den. Marjorie, company. Come in. Mr. Bullard came to see the twins. Oh, hello, Mr. Bullard. Good morning, Marjorie. I'm afraid I've been remiss as a neighbor. I've been meaning to come over to see the babies for the past two months. Well, they're only six weeks old. Oh, oh yes, yes. Well, are they awake? I have presents for them. You have? Isn't that nice, Marjorie? Oh, it's very thoughtful. Here, I'll pull the blanket back so you can see them. Well, good morning, young people. What are their names? We haven't decided yet. Would you like to hold one, Mr. Bullard? Oh, yes, yes. Perhaps it is, eh? I've always liked babies, and they like me. Little Todd, how would you like to call me Uncle Rums? Baby, watch it. Babies are fascinating, aren't they? I'd better take her, Mr. Bullard. Yes, yes, perhaps you'd better. Oh, I mustn't forget their presents. I bought each of them silver spoons. Oh, that's awfully nice of you, Mr. Bullard. Well, you shouldn't have done it. Well, I think every baby should have a silver spoon. Here you are, babies. A spoon for you and one for you. Oh, what did I do? Well, that's their way of thanking you, Mr. Bullard. They're a little fussy. I really should get them to sleep. Well, if they don't like silver, perhaps they'll like gold. Here, would baby like to see Uncle Rumson's one? You know, I don't think I should get too close to them. Don't mind, grab it. Oh, nonsense. Oh, be careful. Oh, my goodness, batted it right against the crib. Naughty, naughty. Sorry, Mr. Bullard. It's all right. It's still ticking. That's good. Yes, it's a fine old Hamilton my father gave me. He was a railroad man. Oh, conductor? He owned it. Well, yes, should have known. Well, I must be on my way. Oh, thank you so much for the spoons, Mr. Bullard. Don't mention it. I like doing things for people I like. And, gildersly, remember you're lunching with me at my club today? Oh, I couldn't forget that. I've asked Sir Jasper Bollock to join us. Sir Jasper Bollock? He's an Englishman who spent most of his life in South Africa. A very distinguished gentleman. And since you're our distinguished water commissioner, I thought you two should know each other. Well, lunching with an Englishman. Right, George, this is wonderful. Rumson, I must do something nice for you someday. Hold that thought, gildersly. Well, goodbye, my dream. Goodbye. Until luncheon go to sleep. Righto! Marjorie, where's my hat? Where are you going, Uncle? Down to Peabies. I want to get some expensive cigars before the luncheon. I'm through smoking these cheap cigars. Do you want to thank gildersly? What can I do for you? Peabie, give me some expensive cigars. Something a South African Englishman might smoke. How's that? Yeah, the corona-corona's ought to do it. Oh, there you have. Peabie, just with whom I'm having lunch today? Could it be a South African Englishman? Yep, and Mr. Bollock. It's Rumson. New York City. We were lunching at the 100 Club. Very exclusive, Peabie. And how did you happen to get invited? Well, Rumson, Bullard and I are very close friends, you know. No, I didn't know that. Yeah, he had me overlooking at his new boat. He'd been lavish with his gifts to the twins. This is still Mr. Bullard you're talking about? Yes, indeed. Peabie, it's a wonderful thing to discover a deep and enduring friendship like this. How long have you been friendly? All day. Well, the judge was saying quite a change had come over you and Mr. Bullard. Oh, yes, the judge. I haven't seen much of the judge since I've been traveling in Rumson's crowd. Mr. Gallagher, it's none of my business, but has it ever occurred to you that Mr. Bullard might be after something? Peabie, how can you say that? Well, there are people who wouldn't put it past him. Peabie, you're maligning a dear friend of mine. Just because he's taking me to a club at his lunch and keeps telling me I'm a wonderful guy doesn't mean he's after something. Well, I wouldn't say that. Peabie, you're a skeptic. Charge the cigars. I wonder if I should have come to Bullard's club in my old car. Oh, well, there's a parking place. He knows two limousines. They're right in front of the canopy. Uh, better not park here. The doorman's giving me a dirty look. I better go around the corner and park. Gilda's leaving. Oh, Gilda's leaving. You all right? Oh, Bullard. Park's the thing right there. It's all right. Is it all right with him, too? The doorman? Of course. Well, just as you say. Oh, let me help you out, Gilda's leaving. Thank you. You didn't have to wait outside the club for me, Rumson. I wanted to be sure you got in, Gilda's leaving. Follow me. Thank you. Say, a lot of steps. Remind me of the museum. Do you wish to order now, Mr. Bullard? No, thank you, Arthur. We're waiting for Sir Jasper Bollard. I saw Sir Jasper in the billiard room a moment ago. Do you wish me to tell him you've arrived, sir? Would you please, Arthur? With pleasure, sir. Good flight, waiter. Nice dining room, too. How high is the ceiling, Rumson? Oh, approximately two stories. Oh, there's Sir Jasper at the door. And he? Yes, yes. I think you'll enjoy talking to Sir Jasper, but I feel I must tell you he's inclined to ramble a bit. You know? Very well, Rumson. Sir Jasper. Sorry I missed you. I was in the billiard room. I was playing billiards. That's why I missed you. I was playing billiards. Oh. Sir Jasper Bollard, I want you to meet my very good friend, Throckmorton P. How do you do? I'm good at meeting your old child, Charm. You know, the life of a... I'm Charm, too. I hear you used to live in South Africa. Oh, yes. I spent years there before I retired. I missed the hunting that they hunt there, you know. All the time hunting. South Africa hunting. Sir Jasper has quite a tropey room, gilded slave. He has? Yeah, I have a stuffed bass over my mantel. Really? Well, we have something in common in sportsmen. The fishing is hunting. Column, you know. Well, I'm even wondering what you find to hunt around Summerfield. Most part, I hunt a cool place to lie down. Oh-ho-ho-ho! I'm tired, you know. You're very good, Sir Jasper. Enjoying yourself, gilded slave? Yeah, it doesn't be. Good, good. This luncheon was planned for you. Well, shall we study the menu? Good idea. That's a really good idea. Startle the gillet. Gilded slave shall we start at all, lobster cocktail, vicious spas, rest of guinea-hand. Why, George Rumson, this is great. You're a fine fellow. And I have no time for people to say you aren't. What's this, gilded slave? Well, some people have been trying to tell me you invited me here for a reason. Me? Oh, how unkind. Yeah. You're jealous. I'll do anything for my friends, and my friends will do anything for me. Right, Sir Jasper? Yes, right. Yes, indeed, yes. What was it you asked me? Mr. Bullard was just saying that he didn't invite me here for any selfish reason. Oh, yes, yes. Showing fresh old bullard here, good old chap withers withers. Oh, I know. We're old friends from way back. Sir Jasper, Mr. Gilded slave Oh, yes, friends, yes. I say, Bullard, have you told him about that fat old water commissioner chap who lives across the way from you? Oh, watch this. Mr. Jasper, shall we order? Mostly amusing. Oh, Bullard was telling me this morning, water commissioner or something, Bullard car launches bone and brass link without his fellows permission. Has he taken me about to lunch to soften him up? Oh, no. So, that's it. I can't recall the duffer's name, but was it Drumson, the chap you referred to as an incompoop? Oh! Oh, sir Jasper Gilded slave is the water commissioner. He is? Really? Well, this is more amusing than I thought. Ha, ha, ha! Uh. Me, eh, must make a phone call. Self-harm again, you know. Well, Bullard, Gilded slave, I suppose you think I'm a cad, but I had to have your permission to sail my boat. And now you won't give it to me. Oh, yes I will. You will? I like this club. Would you like to give me a permanent guest card? But then I think I'd like to play golf at your country club on weekend. Gilded slave, this is an outrage. You can't force me to do this. And you can't go sailing. Gilded slave! Yeah, I'm a what? A fine fellow. Yeah, that's what I think. Arthur, bring on the guinea hen. The Great Gilded Slave will be right back. Now, here are the second week's winners in Parquet Margarine's Name the Twins contest. For entries submitted before midnight, March 24th, brand new Ford Victoria's go-to. This is Anne J. Fremmer, Upper Montclair, New Jersey. This is George H. Mackamaw, Sheffield, Alabama. Michael A. Follis, Chicago, Illinois. A bonus winner. Anona A. Bartlett, Berry, Vermont. Also a bonus winner. Winners of other prizes will be notified by mail. Winners of Ford Victoria's in remaining contests will be announced at the close of this program for the next three weeks. Fourth week's contest closes at midnight this Saturday. Fifth and final week's contest ends at midnight, April 14th. Entries must include your names for the twins, your own name and address, and the red end flap from a package of Parquet Margarine. Two red end flaps if you want to try for a $500 bonus as well as a first prize. Send entries to Parquet Margarine, Fox 6799, Chicago 77, Illinois. Hurry, your names for the twins may win you a brand new Ford Victoria. I just taught him a lesson, my boy. Never try to make a friend to gain a favor. I'm going to let him sail his boat. You're not going to bear down on him? No. Bullard's all right. He bought us a new tree. He did? Well, I knew he was honest. That's a golden spruce. A golden spruce? Right, Georgie kept his word. A real gentleman. Must have taken a big truck to deliver a tree. What do you mean a truck? The mailman brought it. The mailman? Yes. Snookered again. Good night, folks. The game is played by Willard Waterman. The show is written by Paul West, John Elliott, and Angie White. The music by Robert Armbruster. Included in the cast are Walter Tetley, Mary Lee Robb, Lillian Randolph, Gail Dorton, Bill Thompson, Arthur Q. Bryan, Earl Ross, and Dick McGrath. This is John Easton saying good night for the Kraft Foods Company, makers of the famous line of Kraft quality food products. Be sure to listen in next Wednesday and every Wednesday for the further adventures of The Great Gilda Sleeve. Here's a thrifty secret for making economy meals come to life. Next time you serve cold meats, sandwiches, or leftovers, don't forget the mustard. But when you add a little mustard, you add a lot of tang. Every bite tastes better. And the mustard to add is Kraft's prepared mustard. There are two kinds, you know. 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