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It's entirely different from old time margarine. One taste will prove that to you. So for all these reasons get acquainted with economical Parquet margarine now. Tomorrow ask your food dealer for Parquet, P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet margarine made by craft. Now let's join our friend the Great Gilder Sleeve. We find him in the land of nods. He's waiting the sleep of a man who has put his car upon blocks, bought his full coat of war bonds, and saved four and a half pounds of bacon fat. While outdoors, Jack Frost has been preparing a little surprise for him. Oh What is it Leroy? Can you sleep? Not now. I'm not. What do you want? Do you see what I see? I don't see anything. Go away. But look. Eugh, daylight. Take it away. No, no. Get up and look. Look at the trees. Look at the ground. Eugh, daylight. It gets all over everything. But I'm trying to tell you, Uncle, it's been snowing. Well, tell Birdie or somebody. Don't come by. Did you say snowing? You don't believe me. Get up and look. It can't be. It's 30 days, half September, April, June, and... Here's a handful of it on the windowsill. Look. By George it is snow. Snow in October. By it hasn't snowed in October since the Blizzard of 88. And that was in January. Look. You can see your breath, honk. Oh, it must be freezing. Your darn light is freezing. The moment is down to 25. And you know that hole that Mr. Clannaghan dug in the front yard? Yes. The snow's filled it up. You wouldn't know it was there. Oh my goodness. The water pipes will freeze. Yeah, they will. That Clannaghan's a fine water commissioner. I've been after him for six days to get that hole filled in. Eugh, listen to that wind. You can close that window, will you, Leroy? Come on, honk. The house won't get any warmer till you get up and start the furnace. Leroy, I wish you wouldn't drag in these unpleasant truths so early in the morning. Well, come on. Get up. Don't stand there staring at me. Go down and tell them I'll be right down. Tell Bertie to keep the coffee warm. All right. Go back to sleep if you want. But Bertie's making buckwheat cakes. I don't give you buckwheat cakes? Oh, buckwheat. One side. Gang away. The floor's cold. Where's my bathrobe? Where's my bathrobe? Bertie! Oh, I slept in it. Never mind. I found it, Bertie. Hold the buckwheat. More coffee, Uncle Lord? Thank you, my dear. Pass your cup, will you? Hold it still. I can't. I'm shivering. I'll hold it, Mr. Guilford. Ooh, that's worth grabbing somebody. I'm sorry. I'm all over goose pimples. Why don't you go put a sweater on, Bertie? I got on so many swells now. I'm hardly bent at the elbow and my teeth chatting like a pair of dice. Yeah. Marjorie, take a look at that thermometer there, will you? I can tell you from here, Uncle Lord. It's cold. Yes. We'll have to do something about this. While you're up, my dear, hand me a cigar, will you? What do we do? All sit around it and warm our hands? No, Leroy. We go out to the garage and we bring in some firewood, and I do mean you. Oh, me and my big mouth. I'm going to call up Clannaghan right now before those water pipes freeze. Better put your rubbers on, Leroy. That snow's wet. Oh, I don't need any. Put your rubbers on, young man. Hello. I want to speak to Commissioner Clannaghan. He won't be in? Fine water commissioner he is. And you can tell him I said so. The commissioner is not expected in today. If anything happens to those pipes, it's on him. Oh, Leroy, close the door. As soon as Leroy comes back, I'll go down and see if I can start old Vesuvius. Uh, Bertie. Yes, sir? Bertie, have you ever had any acquaintance with a furnace? Oh, I know how to work it. You just sit with that little dude hickey out in the hall. But that was last year. Last year we were burning oil. With coal, there's a little more to it. Oh. If nothing difficult you understand, I think you'd be very good at it. Thank you. Anybody who's as good as you are with a shovel. Oh, the shoveling. Well, that comes into it. But it's not all shoveling. Well, I don't know about that. I know how to run that doohickey already last year. That doohickey is called a thermostat, Bertie. I wanted to speak to you about that, as I remembered you ran it last year at about 80. You said 70. Yes, and I used to set it at 70. But the minute I got out of the house, you sneaked it up to 80. Well, sometimes it gets colder than others. Now, this is serious, Bertie. This year we've got to save fuel. The temperature is going to be set at 65 degrees, and that's where it's going to stay. 65? Maybe it's going to stay, but I ain't. Oh, you wouldn't leave us, Bertie. Yes, ma'am. I can't work in those 65 degrees. I'll go on waiting here. Oh, now, Bertie. I'll go for some work with somebody else, perhaps. Calm yourself, Bertie, and just remember this. If anybody offers you more than 65 degrees this winter, they're traders. Huh? You don't want to work for traders, do you, Bertie? No, sir. Not me. Well, remember that. The government says we've all got to help save fuel, Bertie. And the way to do it is to hold the temperature down to 65 degrees. Besides, 65 is warm enough for anybody. 65 won't hatch no eggs. No, but it'll keep you on your toes. It'll keep you from falling asleep at the brim. Well, if the government says so, I guess that's the way it's got to be. But it is all the same to the government. I'm going to buy me some woolies and throw myself into them. Oh, Bertie. And I'm going to start looking at fur coats. Fur coats? Oh, brother, there we get into inflation. Oh, that's Leroy. Huh? He's probably got his arms full. Yeah. I'll let him in. Oh, close it, Leroy. Close it. Put it. On the dining room table would be very nice. Why, guys? Quick, move the fire screen, Bertie. There. Before we do that, young man, let's get down the cellar and start the furnace. I want to teach you how to take out the ashes. Holy smokes, don't have to do all the work around here. Oh, no. I don't see what to have to go and change the furnace to coal for anyway. The oil was working all right. There wasn't any ashes. You didn't have to get up in the morning and shake it. It never went out. It was swell. It was swell, all right. It was a comfort and a convenience. We're going to have to give up our conveniences, Leroy. There isn't going to be enough oil to go around this way. That's why we're burning coal. It doesn't have to come so far, so it's easier to get. Well, it's no easier for me. I can tell you that. Look here, young man. You want to help in this war, don't you? Well, sure I do. I go right out and join the ladies. They'd let me, so what are? Me too. Did I say that? I think we all want to help. But I'm too old to join Leroy and you're too young. You've just got to help in the only way we can and here at home. So remember, every time you carry out a load of ashes, you're in the fight as much as the next man. Well, how about you getting in at two, huh? Even me? I'll get up in the mornings and rattle with the furnace if it kills me. And I don't have to tell you, young man, when Uncle Frockmorton gets up off his pants, this country is really all out. Pull it there, Uncle. Let's go down and take the insides out of that furnace. Very good. The heat's beginning to come up. I'll have it as warm as toast here in a jiffy margin. Now remember, Uncle Mort, 65. Yeah, that's as warm as most toast. The only trouble is, if this cold snap lasts three days, we'll be out of cold. I'd better call up and order some more. Yes, you'd better. Oh, my goodness, I should have done this before, my dear. Hello? If Summerfield cold company? I want a ton of cold delivered my house this afternoon. In a week, that's a fine way to run a cold company. What's your name? Clanahan. Well, this is Gildersleeve. No wonder you're such a rotten water commissioner. You've been all your time peddling cold. Well, now you listen here, Clanahan. I want a ton of cold delivered to my house before the day is over, if you have to bring it yourself. And furthermore, I want that hole in my front yard filled in. Water commissioner. If my pipe sprees up, I'll sue you. Well, I guess I told him. Hello? Why? He hung up. What did he say, Uncle Mort? Nothing fit for ladies ears, my dear. It wasn't even fit for mine. Where's Leroy? He's over shoveling off Mrs. Vanson's walk. Oh, Mrs. Vanson, eh? Maybe I ought to go help him. He doesn't need any help, Uncle Mort. He's getting paid for it, you know. Say, I wonder if she's got any heat over there. I wonder what kind of a furnace she's got. I really couldn't say, Uncle Mort. I wonder if it's been converted. It'd be terrible if it hasn't. Terrible? Yeah. Maybe it's been converted and she hasn't got any cold. Oh, that would be just as bad. Yeah, it would. Or maybe she's got cold and doesn't know how to start the furnace. Uh-huh. All alone there with no man in the house. Yeah. You know what she ought to have. Yes. A man. No, some firewood. Maybe I ought to call up an order or something. Don't you think you ought to find out whether she's got any first? Oh, that's a great idea, Marjorie. I'll go over there myself and find out. Thanks for the tip. Oh, no fact me. You were going anyway. Yeah. Where's my overdrive? Oh, here it is, right in the closet. Button up tight now. You know, I think I'll take her a few sticks of firewood just in case. I'll take these logs Leroy brought in. There goes our fire. Oh, my hat. Put it on my head, will you, my dear? She likes you better than your air-raid helmet. I'll have the hat if you don't mind. You don't have to put it on at such a rakeish angle. Put it on straight. Oh, you look sweet that way. There you are. I'll open the door for you. Thank you, my dear. Over the river and through the woods, the grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh to the wide and drifting snow. Hey, why? Where is he going? He's going next door to warm up Mrs. Ransom. The Great Gelder's Leave will be with us again in a few seconds. Meantime, plenty of energy is mighty important these busy wartime days. For hard work, yes, and for hard play. Of course, energy comes from the foods you eat, so it's important that you know which foods provide the most energy. Now, one of the very best energy food you can serve, and one that's economical too, is delicious parquet margarine made by crab. That's a good thing because parquet margarine is a three-time today's source of important food energy. Parquet is a grand-tasting spread for bread, rolls, or toast. At breakfast, lunch, or dinner. It's a real flavor shortening for baking, better tasting pastries, cakes, and cookies. Parquet is grand for pan-frying too because it doesn't spatter or stick to the pan. And besides furnishing energy, every pound of parquet margarine provides 9,000 units of important vitamin A. So why not give delicious economical parquet margarine a try in your household? Remember it's parquet. P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet margarine made by crab. Now let's get back to the great Gildersleeve. Like an angel of mercy with an armload of wood, he trudges up the walk to the widow ransom's door, where whom should he meet but hooker? Gildersleeve. What mischief are you up to? The same mischief you're up to, Horace. I merely came over to make sure Mrs. Ransom has enough heat. Yeah, so did I, and I've got some logs here to prove it. I brought her a hot water bottle, so there. Why don't you just go home, Judge? I'll take care of it. Oh, no, you won't. Why, Horace. It's Horace. Good morning. And Throckmorton. Aren't you sweet to call? Come in, won't you? Asking you, Throckmorton. You sell it. Step inside so I can shut out that dreadful wind. Won't you let me take your things, gentlemen? Allow me to hang them up. Oh, thank you, Judge. Well, Throckmorton, what fish have you brought me? Wood for your fireplace. For my fireplace? I declare you're the most thoughtful man. Uh... I brought you something, too, Mrs. Ransom, if you can one of my pockets here. Yeah, the judge's brought a hot water bottle in case his gout gets bad. Well... Hot water bottle, nothing. Blackberry cordial. What? Love it. It's my favorite. You sneaky oldie. How did you know it was my favorite? You didn't say anything about that. Well, I haven't had any blackberry cordial since I left home. Come in by the fireplace, won't you? I've been trying to start a falling old fire here, but all I had was newspapers. I don't know a thing about fire. Don't you worry, Mrs. Ransom. We'll soon have a blazing for you. Let's have those logs gilded. Wait a minute. They're my logs. No, Horace gets to lay the fire because he brought the cordial. Oh... That's you, boys. Because I'm just about frozen to death here. I haven't any furnace. I haven't any coal. You haven't any coal? No. I just never thought to order any, and I don't know what I'm going to do. I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're going to come over to my house. You're going to have lunch and dinner with us and spend the night. If Margie will put you up. Oh, Drachman, you're so masterful. Oh, am I? Well, I hope you have a good time. Good time, Lila. Yes, she will. It's been some time since I've enjoyed a sample of Birdie's cooking. Yes. She's a fine cook. You're wasting your breath, Hooker. Of course I haven't got any heat in my house either. But I daresay I'll get a loan. I daresay you will. Oh, you coaxing. Drachman, did you hear that? The judge hasn't any heat in his house either. That's a shame. Hi, party, shall we? Oh, how about me if it's all right with you, then? Oh, he'd love to have you. Drachman, you think of the best party. Yeah. All right, Hooker, you can come to lunch. But that's all. This is the first snow I've ever seen in my whole life. Love it too. Make me feel like a kid again. Yeah. Oh, brother. Hop on the sled, Lila, and I'll pull you. Oh, no, I'm too heavy. You couldn't pull me. Yeah, I can pull you with one finger. Come on, hop on. Well, don't stand yourself now. Yeah, that's right. I'll put up your little feet. Not you, Hooker. Come on, Hooker, get off of there. I don't want you to get to fight, Notion. And whatever you do, don't anybody try to wash my face with snow. I just couldn't stand it if you would have washed my face with snow. Bye, George. I've got a half a notion to try. Oh, no, you won't. Oh, yes, I will. Come on, judge. You hold it, and I'll wash your face. Yeah. Oh, no. I'll hold it, and you wash your face. That's where my hands hold. I'm standing in mud. Oh, it's cold. Oh, Judge, you're just a mess. Now you better run right in the house before you catch your day. Yes. Come on in. Are you all right, Judge? I'm not saying you'll just leave till I see my lawyer. Oh, stop your whining, you old goat. Trout mountain. Now, Judge, you just lie in front of a fire until you get warm. He's been lying there for hours. When's he going home? Right now. Oh, my ankle. Huh? Oh, I'm afraid I've done something, George. Oh, so it's your ankle now, is it? I can't stand on it. Ooh! Oh, the poor widow fellow. Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy. Oh, it's a campfire. I'll go. Hooker, you're an old fake. There's nothing to matter with your ankle, and you know it. What are you going to do about it, Gillie? Oh, Mr. B. Good evening, Mrs. Rancho. You've got the campfire. Yes. All right. You're not feeling any bored. Oh, no, it's for Judge Hooker here. He fell in a hole. I'm sorry to hear that, Judge. How did it happen? I was chasing. Never mind. Hello, Peebee. Oh, hello, Mr. Gillisley. Peebee, now the judge thinks there's something wrong with his ankle. I'd like to have you take a look at it and give you your expert opinion. Oh, ankle, eh? Yes. It has all the ear marks of a fracture. Well, no, I wouldn't say that. Oh, in other words, you think it's all right. Well, no, I wouldn't say that either. Well, what would you say? Would you say it's sprained? Well, you've put me in a difficult position, Mr. Gillisley, but I'm not a physician, you know. I'm a pharmacist. All right. You've got a license, haven't you? Well, I'm a notary public. That's better than nothing, isn't it? Well, no, I wouldn't say that. You've got me a little mixed up. All right. Then forget the license. Answer me yes or no. Is there anything wrong with the judge's ankle or isn't there? Well, if you want to know... Remember, Mr. Peavey, anything you say may be used against you. Well... Come on, Peavey. I'm just asking for your frank opinion, man-to-man. You are a man, aren't you? Well, now I would... Neither would I! Good night! All right, Hooker, you can stay the dinner, but that's all. Eleven? Oh, shank of the evening, Leela. Mind you, Marjorie isn't even in yet. I must get my beauty sleep. You couldn't be any more beautiful than you are, Leela. Yeah, that's true, Judge, but brother, is it corny? Now, shock, Morton. But I really should be starting for my little old trundle bed. Yeah, so should Hooker. Oh, I think I hear Marjorie outside. Yes, shut the door, my dear. Marjorie, have a good time? Can play life in October. Hmm, certainly has put roses in your cheek. Yes, my dear. You look pretty enough to kiss. In fact, you look as if you had been. Oh, well, some more would sharp eyes you. Well, I've got an early day tomorrow, so if you don't mind, I'll say good night. Good night, Judge. Good night, Marjorie. Good night, Mrs. Ramsey. Good night, honey. Good night, Uncle Morton. Good night, my dear. Sorry I can't drive you home, Judge, but I put my car up on blocks. That's all right, Gildy. I'll get home somehow. Oh, now you can't go home tonight with that ankle. Stroke Morton, you'll have to let Judge hook asleep in your den at some place. What? Thanks, Gildy. Awfully sorry to put you out, old man. Yeah. Well, I should be starting to bed. Could you show me my room, Stroke Morton? Yeah. Hey, could I? Let me have your satchel. Thank you. Good night, Judge. Oh, don't get up. I do hope your ankle will be much better in the morning. Oh, I hope it will. You know darn well it will. Good night, my dear. Good night. My seems strange walking up these stairs with you, Stroke Morton. Oh, does it, Lila? Seems to me very natural. Really, Stroke Morton? What do you mean by that? How else would we get up there? Oh, here's my room, Lila. Yes, I mean your room. Oh, what a nice room. Yes, I put the bath towels here, and here's an extra pillow, and here's a nice warm quilt, and then in case it really gets chilly. Why? I put an electric heating pad in your bed. Well, that's just the sweetest thing I ever heard of. If there's anything else you need. Oh, I've got everything in my little bag. Thank you. Oh, well then, eh, good night, Lila. Good night, Stroke Morton. You sure you don't want me to tuck you in? What, Stroke Morton? You devil, you... I was only joking, of course. Good night, Lila. What an angel. I hope I dream about her tonight. Girl, let's get to bed. You take this couch, and I'll take a leather one. Is this enough blankets for you? I suppose so. Well, then, good night, and please do me a favor. What's that? Don't snore. I never do. Don't you lock the house up, Lila? I have. I always go to Uber before I... I always go to Uber before I... I always go to Uber before I... I always go to Uber before I... I always go to Uber before I go to bed to make sure. Yeah? You're a nervous old woman, you old goat. I am not. But I know there's such a thing as burglars because I sit in half a dozen of them to jail every week. It's burglars? It's the idea. Can I turn the light out now? Anytime. Well, all right. Oh, guilty. What is it? Aren't you going to tuck me in? Oh! I'll break your other ankle hooker, get to bed. It's the idea. Old goat snoring already. Listen to that. What's that? Hooker's got me imagining things. Who? It's probably in the cellar. Oh, my goodness. There's nobody in the cellar. Come on, guilty. You've got to be a hero. You've got to go down there and face it. Oh, my gosh. It is the burglar, all right? He's trying to get in that cellar window. Right over there by the furnace. But I'm ready for him. When he comes through, I'll hit him with his poker. Eesop, quiet. Quiet, cat. Eesop, go away. Oh, here he comes. Yes, Clarence! You've been after me all day! You and the whole town see yourselves off in the martin. There's something I'd like to say to all our listeners. We were lucky here in Summerfield. We had an early cold snap before the real winter set in to remind us to get ready for it while there's still time. Now, you've heard that there's going to be a shortage of fuel oil this winter, and you've probably also heard people say that there's nothing to it but a lot of talk. Well, I got the dope from the government, and this is it. Ninety-five percent of the fuel oil consumed in the East used to be shipped by tankers. Now we have to ship our oil by rail. It takes 280 tank cars to carry as much oil as one ship. So you figure it out for yourself. We haven't got enough tank cars to carry all the oil where it's needed or anywhere near all. There's no shortage of oil. There's no shortage of transportation. That's why the government is telling you to convert your furnace to coal if you can. They're just trying to keep us warm, folks. And if we got any sense, we'll get going right now and do what they're telling us. Have our heating plants checked, insulate our houses, put on weather strips, anything that'll save fuel. If you haven't got the cash for it, you can borrow it from the FHA. It's really an investment, not only in improving your house and keeping your family comfortable and healthy, but you'll get some of it back in savings on your fuel bill. You'll know that you're doing something to help our army and navy win this war. If that doesn't give you enough of a glow to keep you warm throughout the winter, remember, it's going to be a heck of a lot of coal in Russia. Good night, ladies and gentlemen. Original music heard on this program was composed and conducted by Bill Amir. This is Frank Bingman speaking for the Makers of Park A. Margin and inviting you to tune in again next week for the further adventures of the Great Gelder's League. Some foods may be getting scarce these days, but good, wholesome cheese and other dairy foods are plentiful. 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