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Yes, sir. Sunshineing like mid-July, and here there's only February 22nd. Yes, sir. Washington's birthday. Yeah. Too bad he didn't have a day like this when he crossed the Delaware. This is clear as a bell. Look, Bessie, you can see the bank. Yes, sir. I guess the employees are off today. It's Washington's birthday. I know, Bessie. And look way off there to the right, Bessie. It's not often you can see the TAC factory. I guess the TAC factory is closed too. It's Washington's birthday. I get the point, Bessie. Let's go through the mail and you can take the day off. Thank you, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. I was hoping you'd give me the day off. Current, I didn't want to bring it up. Good. Well, let's see what we have in the morning mail. This looks like a letter from one of our satisfied consumers. Dear Commissioner Gilder Sleeve, we've intended writing you for some time. Well, because every time our faucet rips, we think of you. Hecklers, remind me to answer this sometime, Bessie. I will, Mr. Gilder Sleeve. I'll make a note of it. What's this? Letter from Chicago. Office of the President of the Upstate Association of Businessmen's Clubs. Oh, that was addressed to the Jolly Boys Club, Mr. Gilder Sleeve, so the postmaster said it to you. Oh, see. President of the Jolly Boys Club, Summerfield. Dear Mr. President. Are you president of the Jolly Boys Club, Mr. Gilder Sleeve? Well, you've never elected a president. Let's see what it says. You are doubtless aware that our national convention has been set for March 1st, 2nd, and 3rd in Chicago. No, I didn't know that. This session promises to even top our last conclave held in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Mardi Gras, see? Sounds pretty interesting. I've never been to Chicago. Neither have I. It's only recently that... I've never been to New Orleans, either. Bessie. Now, where was I? Yes. It's only recently that we compiled a complete list of clubs in your city, hence this belated invitation. Writes a nice letter. Please answer by return mail whether or not you can be our guest, that we can arrange your reservations. Guest, eh? Well, isn't that nice of a man? It certainly is. Don't see how the Businessmen's Association can afford that. Well, I guess business has been good all over. That's exactly what I need to trip to Chicago. Bessie? Yes, sir. I'll wire and tell them the President of the Jolly Boys accepts. But, Mr. Giotisleve, you said the Jolly Boys didn't have a President. No, it won't take long to hold an election. They send that telegram to Chicago and take the rest of the day off, Bessie. After all, it's Washington's birthday. Oh, thank you, Mr. President. Think I'll take the day off, too. Is one President to another? I think I owe it to good old George. That's right, Chief. I'll see you at the Jolly Boys meeting. Goodbye. Bum, bum, bum for President. Well, that takes care of everything. All five members will be there tonight. Hey, Al, can I go to Chicago with you? Leroy, what would you do in Chicago? Go to the stockyards. Stockyards? Yeah, we've been studying about them in school. Well, in school is a good place to study, my boy. Aw, can I go? I'm sorry, Leroy, but this is strictly for us Presidents. Excuse me, Mr. President. Oh, me? Yes, sir. What is it, Bertie? You want your blue-serve suit clean for the trip? Good idea, Bertie. You better send both pairs of pants. I'll be there three days. Yeah. Better have one of my hats clean, too, Bertie. The gray scarf you want, Mr. Skiersley? No, you better send the black Homburg. It's a little tighter in Chicago's the windy city. Yes, sir. That sure is a good place for a convention, the windy city. How are things going? Oh, fine. I'm practically ready to jump on the train. Anki, I hate to bring this up, but what if they don't elect you, President? Why? Maybe you're counting a trip before it's patched, Donk. Nonsense. Who else would the Jolly Boys elect? Judge Hooker and I have been close friends for years. He'll vote for me. Well, I guess he would. And I do a lot of business with Peavey. He has to vote for me. And I'm a good spender in Floyd's barbershop. He eats, knows I have a lot of influence with the mayor. He isn't going to take any chances. That's four votes right there. Five. Five? Yeah, you'll vote for yourself. Well, Truman and Dewey did, why shouldn't I? Certainly glad I ran into you on the way down, Judge. Thank you, Gelda. What's the idea of the special meeting tonight? Well, it's always good to get together with you, Horace. Oh? After all, we've been friends for a long time. Close friends? I have. Well, let's remember that. What? Well, here we are, Horace. After you. No, no, you go first, Gelda. Oh, no, after you. Well, if you insist. Hi, you're polite tonight. Well, politeness never lost any friends. Or an election. Guess Floyd's remembering up his fingers. Guess so, Judge. I never heard you play better than you're playing tonight. Yeah? Beautiful. I was trying a new piece, kitten on the keys. Sounds more like a cat on a tin roof to me. What? No. There's Peavey opening the coax. Excuse me, fellas. Why not? I'm not listening. Hello, Peavey. I don't know. Do you know what it's been? Can I offer you a coke? Thanks. But you have one first, Peavey. Here's one already open. No, you take it, Peavey. You're not behind the soda fountain tonight. I'm not a customer. I'm a friend. How's that? Horace, I'm going to be a good customer tomorrow. Well, you're going to say? Yes, sir. But I drop in and buy a lot of vitamin pills and things, Peavey. Come to think of it, I guess I'm one of your best customers. Well, yeah. Come to think of it. Glad you're thinking about it. Well, hello, fellas. Hey, it's the Chief. Now we can sing. We're waiting for you, Chief. You had the way. The quartet can't get the first bass without a good bass singer. Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho. Very good, Chief. Finest bass voice I've ever heard. Wow. Thank you, Commissioner. Let's gather around the piano gang and have a song. Yes, I've never felt any better voice. Well, that's not exactly why I call the meeting. Telling I am growing old. He's not kidding. The tavern in the town, in the town. No, no. Peavey, Peavey, not on Washington's birthday. Here's one we always murder. Sweet 16. Great idea, Floyd. There's a solo part for me. Okay, here it comes. Here's your note, Commissioner. Thanks. I was I never... I've been telling the mayor what a good job you're doing. Singing? Yes. No, no. It's the department, Peavey. There are big things in store for you down there, Chief, if I have my way. Oh. Hey, Commissioner, why are you stroking everybody's fur? You could call us meeting to borrow some money. No, Floyd, but since we're all together, there is a little business we could take up. Business? Yeah. Like what? Well, has it ever occurred to you, fellas, that we don't have a president? Why do we need a president? Well, every organization worth its salt has a president, fellas. Of course, I know it's a thankless job, but not many people want to take on the extra work and responsibility. But I think we jolly boys should have a president. I think you're right, Gildy. I've always thought the club meetings were lacking in parliamentary procedure. Okay. Yeah. We lack organization, Peavey. How do the rest of you feel about it? It's okay by me. I ain't got nothing against presidents. Why don't we have an election next Saturday night at our regular meeting? Why wait that long, Horace? We're not prepared, Gildy. Who's not prepared? I just happened to have some ballots right here in my pocket. My, my. Meet him out this afternoon, fellas. Here's one for each of us. Say, you're on the ball, Mr. Gildersleeve. Here's a pencil of peace, fellas. Just write in the name of the man of your choice. Great idea, Commissioner. Just because it is my idea, you fellas don't necessarily have to vote for me. Gildy, my compliments. You've done some very constructive thinking for us. Well, I'm always thinking of ways to make the club better. Where do we put the ballots, Mr. Gildersleeve? Well, we might as well drop them here in my hat. I've got the election in there, anyway. There you are, Commissioner, and may the best man win. Thank you, Floyd. Judge, why don't you count the ballots? Very well. Here's one for Chief Gates. The Chief? One for Floyd Munson. Well, what do you know? Well, here's one for me. I know there's one for me in there someplace. And here's one for Throckmorton P. Gildersleeve. You bet. One more vote coming up. I wonder who it'll be, fellas. Well, here's the last ballot. A vote for P.V. You didn't vote for yourself, too. Well, no, I wouldn't do that. Just what an election. Right, Gildersleeve will return in just a darn minute. 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And whether you use it in rabbits or in sandwiches or salads or chilled and sliced into firm, eye-pleasing wedges, you want the pasteurized processed cheese food with the real cheddar flavor. Get Pabstead tomorrow at your grocers. Well, the Upstate Association of Businessmen's Clubs sent a letter inviting the president of the Jolly Boys to attend the three-day convention in Chicago. And last night, when the Great Gilder Sleeve called a meeting of the five Jolly Boys to elect the president, he had no idea it would end in a five-way deadlock. Those conceited guys all voting for themselves. I can't tell a little family only got one vote, my own. Hi, Mr. President. Hmm. Stand up, Marge. Oh, yes, of course. Good morning, Mr. President. You can sit down, children. None of us, honk? Well, in a way, my boy. Baracko and I had dinner with his parents last night, and Mr. Thompson wants you to look up some of his prominent friends when you're in Chicago. I must do that, sometime when I'm in Chicago. Well, I just couldn't help telling a monkey. I wanted to impress the Thompson's. Oh, yes. I've been using it to good advantage, too. Watch this, Leroy. Yeah. My history teacher's always bragging about where Columbus went, so I told her you were going to Chicago. Well, you children may as well know your old uncle may not get to Chicago. What? You weren't elected President, Unkie? Well, I got as many votes as anybody. But we'll have to do it all over again on Saturday night. Gee, I hope you win, Unkie. Thank you, my dear. Come on, Miss Gisley. Good morning, Bertie. Here's a breakfast stick for President. Thank you, Bertie. Unk's no president, Bertie. He ain't. Well, I didn't get a big enough majority, Bertie. You've got to vote again Saturday night. Yes, sir. Mr. Gilsleeve, maybe you didn't campaign hard enough. Are you kidding? All right, Leroy. Mr. Gilsleeve, when you're campaigning for office, you've got to get on the good side of the voter. Well, I tried that, Bertie. I passed out compliments to all of them. I even told Chief Gates he had a good singing voice. On Washington's birthday? Leroy. If that didn't work, Mr. Gilsleeve, you ought to haul out the pork barrel. Pork barrel? Yes, sir. Invite the members over for one of Bertie's ham dinners. Bertie, a ham dinner isn't what they mean by pork barrel. Well, if you want votes from them hungry jolly boys, I know how to get them. Well, Bertie, yes. Just invite them over for one of Bertie's ham dinners. Say, it might work. Might work! Mr. Gilsleeve, do you get to vote out them jolly boys? I think I do, Bertie. That's right. Invite them over for one of Bertie's ham dinners. I wonder which one's the hungriest. Not this morning, Floyd. Air cut? No, I... Hand pool? That's the reason I came in. Massage? No, Floyd. Pushy barber. And why'd you come in? I came in to extend you an invitation, Floyd. Yeah? I'd like to invite you and your little wife over for a ham dinner. Me and Lovie? Gosh, we never been to your house to put on a feed bag. Well, that's exactly why I'm inviting you, Floyd. How about tonight? Oh, sorry, Commiss, can't make it tonight. Why not? Judge Hook has invited us over to his house. Would it be cool? We ain't going. You're not? I, uh, I'm having Chief Gates over to my house. Everybody has his hand in the pork barrel. What can I do for you today? Nothing, Pee-Vee. No vitamins? The vitamins? That evening, you said you'd be in and buy a lot of vitamins. I did? See, that's right, Pee-Vee. Let's see what you've got. Yeah, well... All right, George. I'll show those other guys. I'll cinch a vote right here. What are you taking the vitamins for, Mr. Jonathan? The cinch a vote? I mean for itchy throat. Brother, that was close. I have quite a few brands here, Mr. Jonathan. All those vitamins, Pee-Vee? Yeah, they said so on the label. Now, here's vitamin A, B, B1, C, D. All right, Pee-Vee. I haven't got time for the whole alphabet. I'll take that green bottle there. Very well. That one only has the one vitamin. B1. Now, here's the B complex. I'll tell you what, Pee-Vee. Give me a bottle of each. Congratulations. A bottle of each you did. Well, quite a large purchase. Hey, Pee-Vee? Yeah, it runs into several dollars, Mr. Jonathan. Good. Now, Pee-Vee, about this election Saturday night, has it occurred to you that if one member threw his vote to a good customer? I mean a friend that that person could be elected president? Well, I guess he could. You bet. Now, what do you say, Pee-Vee? Mr. Jonathan, how'd you like to come over to dinner tonight? Pee-Vee, not you, too. I know, Bessie, you can have the afternoon off. Well, I wasn't thinking of that, Mr. Gilda Sleep. I mean it's your election night. Don't remind me of it, Bessie. A free trip to Chicago with all expenses paid, but I've missed the boat, Bessie. Oh, I'm sorry. But, Mr. Gilda Sleep, how could you get from here to Chicago in a boat? Yeah. Think your speech, Bessie. I don't stand a chance of being elected tonight. All the jolly boys are out campaigning for themselves. I wouldn't feel too badly. Maybe the water commissioners will have a convention in Chicago sometime. No, the water commissioners always meet at Niagara Falls. But that's where people go for their honeymoon. I wonder why more couples don't go to Chicago. Let's drop the subject, Bessie. Chicago is just a pipe dream. Oh, I guess that's why more honeymooners don't go there. What did you say? Oh, never mind. I don't feel much like going tonight anyway. Gilda Sleep, you really stepped out of bounds. When you wired Chicago, you were president of the jolly boys. Well, my vote's lost. My's will give it to Judge Hooker. Let him go to Chicago. He can bring Leroy a picture of the stockyards. The old goat may meet some of his friends there anyway. Good girl, there. You're a little late. Have you figured out who you're going to vote for? Frankly, Judge, I've decided to vote for you. Well, I appreciate your support, Gilday, but it won't be necessary for you to vote at all. It won't? Tell him, PB. We've already voted, Mr. Gilday. What? You couldn't vote without me? We had a quorum, commissioner. That means that most of us were here. I know, PB. Guess who was elected the high-muckety mutt? Not you, Floyd. Nope. You. Me? Congratulations, Gilday. We all voted. Well, thank you, fellas. Chicago, here I come. Everybody voted for you, commission. It was anonymous. It was unanimous. That's what I said. It was the good old jolly boys. Real friends, that's what you are, every one of you. The way things turned out, there was only one man for the job. And that was you, commission. Yeah, good old chief. Believe me, fellas, this is a touching tribute. I'll do my best to serve with honor in this high post to which you've elected me. My, my. Thank you, PB. Of course, I realize the burden of responsibility which attends the position of this kind. There'll be work to do, and trips which I'll have to take in the line of duty. But by George, I'll carry the load. I have broad shoulders. That's what we figured. Good old Floyd. By the way, Mr. President. What? Oh, you're talking to me, PB? I was going to suggest, Mr. President. Now, PB, you don't have to stand on formalities. I'm just one of the jolly boys. Being president isn't going to change me one bit. I'll never lose that common touch. I think what PB was about to suggest, Gildy, was that you read this letter. It came addressed to the president of the jolly boys' club. Well, that's the way it goes. You step into office and you're flooded with work. Yeah, but I don't mind. It seems the letter is from Chicago. Well, Chicago, what do you know? Let me see that. After you left today, Gildy, the letter was there and Bessie gave it to me. Oh? And since it was addressed to the president of the jolly boys, we took the liberty of opening it. That was before the election. Oh, sure. Perhaps you'd like to read it. Well, thank you, Judge. Excuse me. To Mr. Thoughtmorton P. Gillisley, president of the jolly boys' club. I can't imagine how they knew I was going to be elected. Read it, Commish. All right, Floyd. We're very happy to hear that you will represent your club at Chicago. We have made reservations for you at the Croydon Hotel. And for your information, we estimate your convention expenses to be approximately $100. Oh? Well, that's why you elected me. But, Gildy, on George Washington's birthday, you sent a wire saying you held the office. I know. So we had to make an honest man out of our president. Oh, firm. Okay, fellas, let's pipe the new president aboard. Now, wait a minute. $100. For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a jolly good fellow. 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