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I know I promised you, dear Darry, that I wouldn't fall again. But what the heck? I'm only human. Can you tell me a secret? I haven't kissed her yet. But this may be my lucky night. I'll let you know when I get back. So keep your fingers crossed, dear Darry. Good night. Good evening, Adelaide. Why, it's you, Throckmorton. Yeah. Well, you've come right in the house before that wind blows you away. Oh, thank you. Here's a coat now. I'll hang it right here on the whole feet. All right. Adelaide. Yes, Throckmorton? Here's a little present for you. A present for me? Oh, a bottle of perfume. Yeah. Do you like perfume? Like it. Well, I could swim in it. Well, just half an ounce. Oh, and it's called spring madness. Why, you little devils. You know what I ought to do? I ought to give you a great, big, thank you kiss. Well... But I won't. Huh? You'd think I was just being forward and bold. No, I wouldn't. Oh, yes, you would now. Well, you just did that while I put this perfume on my doodad shelf. I almost got that kiss. Well, it's early yet. Eh, what would you like to do, night Adeline? You'll do anything you say. It's up to you. We could stay here, sit by the fire, but it's up to you. Well... Nice and cozy here, just the two of us. But it's up to you. I guess we could stay here already. Well, if you insist. Shall we sit here on the sofa and talk? Well, I just love to, sir. Well, here we are. Don't you want to move a little closer? No, I don't. Then I'll move closer to you. Adeline. Yes? Would you like to play a little game? Well, that depends. How do you play it? Well, you just sit here and I put my arms around you, like this. Yes? Then you close your eyes. Yes? Bear closed. None of your Yankee tricks now. Now you say, peroons. A peroo... Now, Throckmorton, I know what you're up to. Oh, what's that? You're just trying to steal a kiss from me, aren't you now? No. I kissing you is the furthest thing from my mind. Well, I declare. Huh? Am I that unattractive? Attractive, why, no... Why have you known that down in Savannah, men used to cluster around me like bees around a magnolia blossom? But of course, if I don't appeal to you. But Adeline, you do appeal to me. You're lovely. It's too late to try to sweet-talk me now, Throckmorton, pig, gilded sleeve. You revealed your true feelings in the matter. But Adeline... I guess men are all the same. I thought they might be different above the Mason-Dixon line. I guess I never should have written that letter. What letter? To my old beau in Savannah, Cecil Revenor. I told him all about you. You did? Indeed I did. I told him that the heart he broke was mended. That I'd found my prince charming in the form of a public official. Well, just a water commissioner. Of course, then I thought this certain public official cared for me just a teeny-weeny bit. Well, I do care a teeny-weeny bit. Well... I mean, a lot. Adeline... Yes? You're always on my mind. Oh, you're just saying that. No, it's true. I think of you all the time. At home, down at the office, if I see your face on every water bill. That's sweet, Throckmorton. Well, maybe I did misjudge you. That's all right. What the heck? I'll forgive you if you'll just give me a little kiss. Well... I guess it's all right. I know you're different than Cecil. Cecil, sure, that can. I beg your pardon. The way he treated you, he must have been a pretty worthless character, all right? Mr. Gildersleeve, I won't have you talking that way about Cecil. Huh? After all, he is a southern gentleman. But you said... Now, don't try to twist things around. Cecil may have had his little weaknesses, but he did have elegant manners. Well, I never knew a man who could bow so deep from the waist. Well, I didn't... And you should see that man ride while he looks like he's part of the horse. Oh, I bet he does. Mr. Gildersleeve, I won't have you talking about Cecil Revin all the second behind his back. But add lunch. Gentlemen, don't do that where I come from. But... Sir, I'll thank you to remove your coat from my whole tree. What? Good night, Mr. Gildersleeve. Good night. Ssss, southern gentleman. I'm coming. Hiya! Good morning, Leroy. Where's your sister? Crimping up for school, I guess. You know girls, Uncle. Yeah. Did you have a good time at Miss Fairchild's last night? Uh, past the creed, Leroy. Okay. Gee, you sure about home early last night? Good. How come you got home? If you don't mind, young man, I'd rather not discuss the matter. Oh, I get it. Love trouble, huh? Leroy, eat your breakfast. Good morning, everybody. Hi. Good morning, Marjorie. Oh, my, oh, meal again. Oh, Uncle. Yes? Did you have a good time at Miss Fairchild's last night? For heaven's sake, is that all anybody could talk about this morning? Well, pardon me. What's the matter with him? Oh, my, I will try. I heard that, Leroy. Speak English. What happened to Love's young dream, Uncle? Marjorie? There are things a gentleman doesn't discuss. Let's just consider the whole episode a closed book. In fact, I'd be just as happy if I never heard the name Miss Fairchild mentioned again. Please? Good morning, Birdie. Did you have a nice time at Miss Fairchild's last night? Oh, my God. Huh? I don't want to hear any more talk about Miss Fairchild. Is that clear to everyone? Yes, sir. All right then. Please don't mention it again. I won't. You don't have to tell Birdie more than once, because I listen. All right then. Yes, sir, I listen. When you talk to some folks who go in one ear and out the other, but not Birdie, I listen. But Birdie. How do you think I keep this house in the sky of rain? No, sir. When somebody talks to me, I listen. Of course you do. Nobody has to chew that candy slice, you mean? Birdie, I didn't say that. Miss Gelsley, do you know what I do when somebody talks to me? Yes, Birdie, of course. That's right. I listen. Oh, what a morning. Morning, Bessie. Any mail this morning? Yes, sir. It's on your desk. Do you want to go over the water reports now? After we open the mail, Bessie, first things first. Yes, sir. Oh, let's see here. Oh, Mr. Gelsley, there was a telephone call for you. Huh? Who was it? I'll give you three guesses. Bessie, let's be a little businesslike around here. Who phoned? Miss Adeline Fairchild. Oh, she did. Her number is Summerfield 4. I know her number, Bessie. And if she calls again, I'm not in. Is that clear? Yes, sir. Miss Fairchild is a thing of the past. Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Gelsley. Quite all right. Miss Kipling said, south is south and north is north and never the twins will meet. Miss Fairchild and I had different ideas, Bessie. That's all. She wants a man who can bow from the waist. Well, maybe if you reduce a little. Yes. She probably called to tell me she's sorry, but it's too late. It's water over the dam. We're just going to have to forget, Bessie. Just going to have to bury myself and my work. Well, it is piled up pretty high. Oh, yes. Well, it's all over and done with. Let's face the new day, Bessie. Oh, Mr. Gelsley. Zook. Hello, Mr. Fairchild. We were just talking about you. Bessie. Well, what is it, Miss Fairchild? Throckmorton. I just have to have a word with you. Well, I'm rather busy. Can't you spare just one little minute? Well, you great big executive you. Well, maybe just for a minute. Bessie, you may go out in the other office and file the water reports. Mr. Gelsley, the files in here. Well, you'll have to work that problem out for yourself. Let's be all I told, Bessie. Yes, sir. Now, what is it, Miss Fairchild? Is your water service unsatisfactory? What's the matter? Why, you act just like a grizzly bear behind that desk. Growl, growl, growl. Adeline, Miss Fairchild, kindly state your business. Throckmorton. Yeah. I'm a fool. Well. Yes, I am now. Having words with you over that no account Cecil Revin all the second. That hand kisser. But Adeline, last night you said... I know. I must have been out of my mind comparing him with you, a public official, a head of a water department. Well, water is pretty important. Of course it is. I drink gobs of it. Throckmorton. I'm just a teeny-weeny bit worried about something. What's that? Well, I got a letter from that silly Cecil this morning. And do you know what he said? What? He said he didn't want to be ganky like you fooling around with his girl. Imagine that calling me his girl just because we were engaged for 15 years. You're wicked. Be just like him to come traipsing up here looking for trouble. Come up here? Yes. He's such a hothead. Yes. Mr. Gildersleeve, are you there handy with a pistol? Well, I... Huh? In case there's a duel or anything. A duel? Well, Cecil's an expert shot and I wouldn't want him out second best. Come on. Oh, my goodness. But look at me. It's chatting away here. You probably want to get back to your words. What? But Adeline, wait a minute. Now, I won't take any more of your time. I know your head's just chuck full of water and ports and things. But Adeline... Don't you worry now, you hear? But... For your cooks who are serving Lenten meals, for all of you who are trying to keep the food budget in line and for you mothers who sometimes have to feed the gang after a basketball game, here's a swell recipe. Easy to make, economical, and licking good. But what's more, Kraft's famous cheese food makes it a fine, nutritious main dish. Here's all you do. In the top of the double boiler, melt one half pound of golden, delicious Belvita. Then add one fourth cup of milk, salt, pepper, a dash of dry mustard and Worcestershire sauce. Serve that rich golden Welsh rabbit on toast points and listen to the raves. It's a gala dish any day of the week. 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The whole thing is ridiculous. People don't fight duels anymore. I don't think. Gilday. Huh? Oh, hello, Judge. What are you talking to yourself for? What's the matter with you? Nothing. Yes, there is Gilday. There's something on that so-called mind of yours. Boris, I should have my head examined. I'll go along with that. What have you managed to get yourself into this time? Well, you know Adeline Fairchild. Yes, I'm acquainted with the lady. Of course, I haven't been as close to her as you have. All right, Judge, if you don't want to listen. Go on, Gilday. I'm all ears. You sure are, you old goat. Anyway, Adeline used to have a boyfriend in Savannah. Cecil Revanaw, one of those hot-blooded girls of him, Gilday? No, he's jealous of me. What? Well, he is. So jealous he might come up here and challenge me to a duel. That's ridiculous, Gilday. You know people don't fight duels nowadays. Yes, I know it, but the Cecil know it. You can't trust a man who bows from the waist. I assure you, Gilday, from my long experience and jurisprudence, you have a code, statute four, eight, nine, section seven. Oh, that's fine, judge. I give you my sound promise. I'll prosecute him at the fullest extent of the law. Well, I'll fight this thing right up to the Supreme Court. Oh, brother. Gilday. Fine friends, you are. My life is in danger, Horace. I thought as my legal advisor you might tell me what to do. Well, if I were you, I'd go to the tree, bow, and take a shot at me. What do you think of that? Well, I don't see how I can miss you, Gilday. You make an awful big target. Oh, Booker. Good morning, PB. Ah, hello, Mr. Gilday, what can I do for you? Well, I'd like to talk to you. I'll be with you in just a minute as I finish sorting out these Christmas cards. Christmas cards? And these are a few I had left from last year. Would you care to talk to me? PB. This is only March. Yes, but if you don't mind a suggestion, it might be wise to shop early for them and avoid the holiday ride. Oh. I'm in no mood to look at Christmas cards. They're very nice cards. Now, here's one that has a rather touching sentiment. It's called to a distant relative at Christmas time. PB. I know we too are separated by miles and I think you're simply great. Yeah. That's beautiful. Well, I thought it was rather nice. Now, here's one. Look, PB, I want to talk to you. Well, go right ahead. Well, PB, what would you do if somebody challenged you to a duel? A duel. What for? Well, let's say over a woman. What woman? Well, suppose somebody challenged you to a duel over Mrs. I don't think anybody could do that. All right, then. Suppose it was any woman, the grocer's wife. Well, I wouldn't try to duel over her. I hardly know her. Well, PB. Well, let the grocer fight his own battle. Oh, for heaven's sake. What did he ever do for me? No. PB, this has nothing to do with you. I'm the one that might have to fight the duel. Mr. Duel's wife? If I could duel, it might prove rather risky. If I were you, Mr. Duel's wife, I'd get out of it. That's what I want to do, PB, but how can I? Well, I'd just start buying my groceries at some other store. Oh, it is close to you. PB, grocer's wife, he's a big help. Well, why should I get upset about this duel? Silly. The thing for me to do is stop worrying about it. Floyd's barbershop. Hope I can get by without him seeing me. I don't feel like talking to him. Hey, Commiss. Uh-oh. Too late. Commiss. I'm in a hurry, Floyd. I want to talk to you. I'll let you take a minute. All right. Come on in. What is it, Floyd? How do you feel, Commiss? Huh? Are you holding up all right? What do you mean? It's all right, Commiss. You're not to pretend with me. That's fair, law, honor. What? You know, the duel. Oh, that. When does it come up? Floyd, I'd rather not talk anymore about it. Oh, I get it. Gentlemen, don't talk about them things, huh? The duel is code, douler's code. Yeah, I've seen it in the movies lots of times. The trouble always starts over some day. Look, Floyd, first thing you know, Earl Flynn walks up to some guy, you're somewhere with their second. Now that you guys is pacing off, eight, nine, ten, they turn and fire, bang, yoy, bang, Floyd. Then one of them don't get up. Sheep. He just lays there, shot through the gizzard. Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. Floyd, I'll see you later. Good morning, Bessie. You look pale, no, I'm all right, Cecil. I mean Bessie. You seem a little nervous. Nervous? Not at all. Huh? Well, guess I'll go into my office. Bessie, anybody wants to see me? I'm out. Yes, sir. Keep calm, go to sleep. Cecil Revinaw's not coming up here? Of course not. I'm not worried. I wonder how long it takes to get here from Savannah. I might even be here in Summerfield right now. I might just take a peek out the window and see. Nope, I don't see anybody with sideburns. Oh, might as well sit down. Rest for a minute. I didn't sleep a wink last night thinking about this thing. Pistols at dawn. I can't even get up at 8 o'clock. Maybe the whole thing will blow over. Judge is right. People don't fight duels anymore. The sign is against the law. State code, 480. Who is that? Who is it? Bessie. Oh, come here, Bessie. Mr. Piel to sleep. What is it, Bessie? A man was just here to see you. A man? Yes, a real southern gentleman. He bowed from the waist and handed me this calling card. Let me see it. Cecil Revinall. Insurance. He wrote something on the other side. Let's see. I'll meet you on the field of honor. Are you Yankee? Pistols at dawn. Goodbye, Marjorie, my dear. Gee, I'm here. I have to fight this duel. Yes, Leroy. It's a matter of honor. Can't you have breakfast before you go, Mr. Guilty? No, Bertie. The duel is at dawn. I'll have breakfast when I come back. Yes, I hope so, too. Goodbye, little family. Or of what? Bertie, if anything should happen to me, promise me you'll take care of the children. Yes, sir. You won't forget now. No, sir. You don't have to tell Bertie more than once because I'll listen. Okay, Bertie. When somebody talks to me, you know what I'll do. Yes, of course, Bertie. That's what I'll do. I'm going out to fight the duel now. Goodbye, Mr. Guilty. I'm sorry to see you go. Thank you, PV. Always hate to lose a customer. Yes. Oh, I understand. Here's this little Christmas card to cheer up your last moment. What? I thought you might enjoy the sentiment. It's called to a friend who won't be with us for the holidays. Oh! Don't you worry, PV. I'll be here when the holidays roll around. Well, all right. We didn't share your hand. Well, Commiss, here we are on the Field Law Honour. Yes. There's that guy Cecil over there waiting for you. Say, he looks just like old Flynn. Floyd, maybe we could call this duel off for a few days. What? And violate the duelist code? You! Throckmorton! Oh, Adeline. Isn't this exciting? You and Cecil fighting a duel over little old me. Yes, sir. Throckmorton. Yes. I'm going to miss you. I hope Cecil does. Well, Commiss, this is it. Gentlemen, take your places. Back to back. Pistols in the air. Cecil, can't we talk this thing over? Start patient. One, two, three, four. Goodbye, little family. Seven, eight, nine, ten. Fire! Bang! He got me. Now, Throckmorton, wake up. Throckmorton. What's that? I'm shocked. No boogal. Shame on you, sleeping at your desk like this. Huh? Oh! Then there wasn't any duel. Duel, what are you talking about, Throckmorton? I just had to come up to your office to tell you something. What's that? I just got another letter from Cecil. And do you know what to think? He isn't jealous of you anymore. He isn't? He met some giggling little thing at the coutillion and fell head over heels in love. In fear? Yes, he did. And I'll never speak to that cat again. Well, he sounds pretty worthless, all right. 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