 Pamalef soap your beauty hope and luster cream shampoo for soft glamorous caressable hair bring you our miss Brooks starring Eve Arden. Our Miss Brooks manages to keep pretty busy teaching English at Madison High School but in spite of her preoccupation with her own subject she's managed to find quite a bit of time lately to pursue the study of biology. One thing is certain I've spent more time pursuing the study of biology than the biology teacher has spent pursuing me. It isn't that Mr. Boynton doesn't believe in romance after all if it weren't for him Alice and Vincent, Mabel and Ted and Bernice and Henry would never have gotten together and everybody knows they're six of the happiest rabbits in town. Anyway I was pretty surprised last week when my landlady Mrs. Davis told me that Mr. Boynton had borrowed my copy of Rustin's Cyrano de Bergerac from our library. We were discussing it last Thursday morning while Mrs. Davis was getting breakfast ready. I can't understand it Connie. Cyrano is a very romantic play. Does Mr. Boynton read that kind of literature? I doubt it very much although he surprised me once before this when I saw a book on his desk called come fly with me. That sounds like a very racy novel. That's what I thought till I saw the rest of the title. That read the life and times of an African t-t-t-tsy fly. Well maybe now that the weather is getting nicer he'll warm up a bit. Remember the old saying in the spring a young man's fancy. Not Mr. Boynton he's no fancier in the spring than he is in the winter. Oh that must be Walder Denton. I asked him to pick me up this morning. Come in Walder. Thanks Miss Brooks. Come on into the dinette. I was about to have some breakfast. Will you join me. No thanks Miss Brooks. I couldn't eat a thing. Not the way I feel. What's the matter Walder. Are you ill. Not physically. Mentally. No not mentally either. I guess it's what you'd call spiritual maldemare. You know what they say when love enters the heart appetite flees the stomach. Who says that. No I guess it's anonymous. It deserves to be. Hello Walter. How are you Mrs. Davis. Fine thanks. I'll set a place for you right here. Just sit down and we'll have a nice breakfast in Egypt. Walder doesn't want anything to eat Mrs. Davis. He's got spiritual maldemare. Oh that's too bad. But how about you Connie. I've got a big bowl of wheat cake batter humming in the mix master. Or would you rather have a fried egg. I'll just have some fruit juice and coffee Mrs. Davis. If I don't watch my figure now Mr. Boynton never will. I'll have my eggs scrambled Mrs. Davis and just so you shouldn't waste the batter you can give me a stack of leaps on the side. With maybe a couple of strips of bacon. Let's see now what was I talking about again. About love killing your appetite. Oh yeah I'm really worried miss Brooks it's about Harriet Conklin. He's been very cool to me lately. Why have you been eating at her home too. No it isn't that it's his poetry she's been getting lately. Poetry from whom. That's just the trouble I don't know who from. You don't know from whom. I don't know from nothing. Somebody's been sending her love lyrics like mad. Here are your eggs. Oh thanks Mrs. Davis. Miss Brooks I suspect that the sender the notes works around the cafeteria. Why the cafeteria. Because that's where she receives most of them. Whoever's writing the poetry has been sneaky get into her desserts. How did you find that out. Well I've been suspicious for over a week. So yesterday while Harriet wasn't looking I switched desserts with her and sure enough tucked right in the middle of my chocolate eclair Omar Cayenne. At least I think it was Omar Cayenne. You mean you're not sure. Well it was pretty gooey. That's Omar Cayenne all right. Here are the cake. Oh thanks Mrs. Davis. This thing has got me all at sea miss Brooks. I can't sleep at night. I can't study right. I can't eat. I know. Here's the syrup Walter. Thanks. Some more butter too please. Oh sorry here you are. Listen Walter Harriet's just like any other adolescent. She's intrigued with the idea of having a secret admirer. Receiving anonymous poetry is a very romantic thing for a young girl. Can you remember receiving any poetry Miss Brooks. Back when you were young I mean. Just one Walter Henry Wadsworth Long Fellow sent me the original copy of a Vangeline. Now you're kidding me Miss Brooks. You must have been a baby when Long Fellow was alive. I was big for my age. Look Walter there's only one thing to do. Beat this unknown rival of yours at his own game. You mean I should send her some anonymous poems and then after a while tell her it's been me all along. Exactly. Now doesn't that make you feel better. It sure does. Oh Mrs. Davis. On second thought I think I will have some breakfast. What have you got in the house. Because our cat and the nerve are you've eaten everything else. These are the main points of difference in the circulatory systems of cold and warm-blooded animals. Well that'll be all for today. Excuse me Mr. Boynton but you asked me to wait after class. Oh yes Walter about that note you were scribbling while you should have been listening to my lecture on the North American treetode. Hand it over please. But Mr. Boynton it's personal. I'm sorry Walter I've got to find out what it is that's so much more important to you than the North American treetode. All right Mr. Boynton but you won't learn much from this. Let's see. It's a poem. It is but for you that my heart does beat and over and over it does repeat. As it says your name it twists like a lariat just because your name is Harriet. Well Mr. Boynton now you know it's Harriet Conklin that's more important to me than a North American treetode. I didn't mean to embarrass you Walter I think our esteemed principal's daughter's a fine girl and I'm quite fond of poetry myself. You were Mr. Boynton. Yes me. There are things in my life besides toads too. Really what. One of my favorite bits of verse is quite similar to the one you've written it goes your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue and evermore with love I tremble and the bell swings and then your name rings out everything you do lives in my heart. Well Walter what do you think of it? It's pretty mushy if you ask me. Not at all Walter that's one of the loveliest passages in Ross Dancer and Audre Berzerac. You'd be surprised how efficacious those lines can be. I sure would. Here here I'll write it down for you. I'm sure this will help you a great deal in your pursuit of the fair Harriet. You certainly have a beautiful handwriting Mr. Boynton. Gosh Harriet practically spoons every time you write the questions on the blackboard. That's very flattering Walter. There you are. I sure appreciate this Mr. Boynton. Gosh after all the trouble you've gone to already I hate to ask you but well if this works will you be my best man. I have sent for you Miss Brooks for two reasons. Yes Mr. Conklin. First I want you to pick up your allotment of report cards. You'll find them in one of those envelopes on the desk. Yes sir. It's marked for Miss Brooks. Have you got it? Not yet. Let's see here. Well now they're all alphabetically listed. Are you looking under B? If you said the envelopes marked for Miss Brooks I've been looking under F. I found it Mr. Conklin. Well good for you. Pick up your lifetime supply of lifesavers on the way out. Now the second thing I want you to do is change my daughter Harriet's seat in your class. Why what's wrong with her present location? She's right across the aisle from a case of walking arrested development called Walter Denton. Their very proximity has fostered an infantile romance culminating in Harriet's receiving a series of mushy ridiculous poems. Oh but Mr. Conklin Walter didn't send us poems. Just move him away from my daughter or vice versa. But Mr. Conklin the poems... The only poem I'm interested in Miss Brooks goes, yours not to reason why, yours but to do or die. I believe in private enterprise myself. Good day Miss Brooks. But Mr. Conklin. I have spoken. Yes master I go. Brooks starring Eve Arden will continue in just a moment but first here is Vern Smith. Regardless of age, skin type or previous beauty care doctors prove you too may win a lovelier complexion with palm olive soap. But to win this lovelier complexion you must stop improper cleansing. Instead use palm olive the way doctors advise. 36 doctors leading skin specialists advised using palm olive soap this way for 1,285 women with all types of skin. Young, old, dry, oily, normal. And using palm olive soap alone two out of three won lovelier complexions. Oily skin looked less oily, dull, drab skin, wonderfully brighter. Course looking skin appeared finer. Here's what the doctors advised. Wash your face with palm olive soap three times a day. Massage with palm olive's wonderful beauty lather for 60 seconds each time to get palm olive's full beautifying effect. Then rinse. Look for improvement within 14 days for doctors prove this way using palm olive alone really works. So get palm olive soap and start today to win a lovelier complexion. And ladies enter the $100,000 49 gold rush contest. The makers of palm olive soap offer $49,000 first prize and over 4,900 other prizes. Get entry blanks and complete rules from your dealer now. You may win a fortune in cash. Conklin's office. I headed for my classroom again. Hello, Miss Brooks. Oh, hello, Harriet. Guess what? I just found another poem smuggled into my history book. And this one is the loveliest one of all and the most important too. Because I know who said it. I know at last who my secret admirer has been. Look, Olivia, I mean Harriet. How do you know? By his handwriting. Every time I've seen it on the blackboard, I've practically swooned. But Miss Brooks, well, he's a little older than I am. And what do you think an older man could become infatuated with a woman my age? It's happened. But I'd think it over very carefully if I were you. The first man with whom I fell madly in love was a little older than I was. And because of the difference, our romance got nowhere. How old were you at the time? I was three and he was 68. I just knew it couldn't work out. I figured that by the time I'd come of age, he would have already went. You're just teasing me, Miss Brooks. But this is a serious matter. I've got to let him know I know who he is. How are you going to do that? In a very subtle manner, Miss Brooks. I'll just give him back his poem without saying a word and then he'll know that I know. But Harriet, your father doesn't admire your secret admirer. Oh, he will. I wish I had an envelope to put this note in, though. I don't want to lose it before I meet. Here, you can use this envelope, Harriet. We'd like to take out these report cards. There you are. Now, I'd better be getting into my room, Harriet. I've got to sort these cards before my next class. Very well, Miss Brooks. And Miss Brooks. Yes? Is it love a wonderful feeling? It's dandy. In love with the one who loves me, the eternal triangle. Oh, good morning, Harriet. Have you seen Miss Brooks? Mr. Brooks? Oh, but Harriet, Harriet, just a minute. What's this envelope? Oh, Miss Brooks. Oh, I guess she wants me to give it to her. Funny how kids act sometime. Busy, Miss Brooks? Well, I know, Mr. Boynham. I was just sorting these cards. I just dropped in to tell you how much I'm enjoying the book I borrowed. Of course, what with coaching the basketball team and all, I haven't finished it. But there are several passages in it that really remind me of my youth. I was a romantic kid, all right. Them were the days. In those days, I had a lot more, well, if you'll excuse the expression, intestinal fortitude. You mean concerning if you'll excuse the expression, girl. Yes, you might not believe this, but I even wrote poetry. Isn't that silly? I don't think it's silly at all. You don't? Miss Brooks, if I were to, that is, if you were to... Yes, Mr. Boynham. What I mean is, in your honest opinion... Yes. How do you think the basketball team will make out tonight? With you coaching them, they may back right out of the gym. I've got to be running along this book. Maybe we can discuss it again at lunch. All right, Mr. Boynham, but I'm still a little amazed at your interest in such amorous literature. Maybe you underestimated me, Miss Brooks. Underestimated you? Yes, I... Oh, I almost forgot this envelope. It's for you. Well, so long, Miss Brooks. But Mr. Boynham, now what is this all about? What's in here? Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue, and evermore with love I tremble, and the bell swing, and then your name rings out, and everything you do lives in my heart. Why, Mr. Boynham, you underestimated dog you. Lunch period finally arrived, and I hurried into the cafeteria just as Mr. Boynham got there. This, of course, was pure coincidence. The same pure coincidence which has occurred every day for the past two years. The student's threat to boycott this cafeteria last week seems to have done some good, doesn't it, Mr. Boynham? Oh, yes, indeed. They've even put flower pots around on the windowsills. Have you noticed them? Those? I thought those were jars of jello. You know, I'm crazy about flowers, Miss Brooks. I've just ordered some from my biology lab. They certainly do a lot to relieve the drab-ness of a schoolroom. So do you. I mean... Aren't flower pots a pretty expensive luxury for a teacher? Oh, they don't cost anything at all, Miss Brooks. Mr. Conklin gets them through the school nursery. You just tell them how many you want. He signs the requisition. That's all there is to it. Well, you ought to get a dozen or so for your room. My room? But it's so crowded. Where would I put them? On the windowsills. Oh, that's right. The pupils who sit there could hold them on their laps. Well, I suggest you request the small-sized pots, Miss Brooks. You'll be surprised how a few flowers will brighten things up. Frankly, when I was in your room this morning, it seemed rather cold. Cold? For a biologist, you're a pretty bad judge of temperature. But if it's flower pots you want, it's flower pots you'll get. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get back to my room before my next class and make out the requisition. Certainly, Miss Brooks. But before I go, Mr. Boynton, this interest you have in flowers, does it extend to bees? Yes, bees fascinate me. Oh, then you know about the bees and the flowers. Of course, that's the first thing a biologist has to learn. But that was quite a while ago, wasn't it? Yes, it was. Mr. Boynton. Yes? Don't you think you could use a refresher course? And so I would like a dozen small flower pots for my windowsill. Come in. It's me, Stretch Snodgrass. You gotta help me, Miss Brooks. I got a problem. A problem, Stretch? Yeah, it's about Harriet Conklin. No names, please. What's your problem, Stretch? As you know, Walter Denton is my best friend, and I know he's gone on Harriet Conklin, but I'm gone on her, too. I realized as soon as I seen her that she was a real gone gal, Miss Brooks, and even though she's my best friend's girl, I can't help it. I'm gone on her. Thank you, Nelly Lutcher. Even Mr. Boynton has noticed how it's affected me. He coaches me in basketball, you know, and he said if I don't snap out of it, I won't get to play in the playoffs. Well, why don't you tell Harriet how you feel about her? I'm sure Mr. Conklin would welcome the change. I don't want to go with Mr. Conklin. Besides, I can't talk at all hardly when I'm near Harriet. I get so scared, I can't open my mouth. Sounds like Mr. Boynton coaches you in something besides basketball. You don't understand, Miss Brooks. I wouldn't want Harriet to find out how I feel. I just want to worship her from afar. Believe me, Stretch, and I speak from experience. It's no fun from that distance. You see, Miss Brooks, for quite a while now, I've been smuggling little notes to her every day without signing them. So you're the one. What one? The one who's been slipping Omar Cayam into Harriet's eclairs. That's right, but I lost the book somewhere, so I had to make up today's poem myself. That's why I came to you, Miss Brooks. I want you to hear it and tell me if it's okay. All right, Stretch, go ahead. Two Harriet. Oh, I love the deer silver that ain't in your hair. And the brow that ain't furrowed or wrinkled with care. I kiss the deer fingers, not toil worn for me. Oh, I love you, dear Harriet. Well, what's the next line? I couldn't think of another original one, so I just put down Mother McCree. Well, Miss Brooks, what's your honest opinion? My honest opinion, Stretch, is that it's pretty abominable. No kidding. And it's the very first poem I ever wrote. Amazing. I know poets who've written for years without getting that abominable. Look, Stretch, if you want to make a hit with Harriet and get her mind off Walter, which will get Mr. Conklin's mind off me, you'll have to give her a different type of poem. What do you mean, Miss Brooks? Well, something like, say, I've got one right here. There, it's all written out for you. Let's see. Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue, and evermore with love I tremble. Miss Brooks, what's a bell's tongue? It's right in front of the bell's tonsil. And the bell swings, and then your name rings out, and everything you do lives in my heart. What do you think of it, Stretch? Keen. What I like about it, it's just the right size to fit into a Napoleon. I'll go right to the cafeteria now. Oh, wait a minute, Stretch. I'd like you to do something for me first if you don't mind. Sure, Miss Brooks. What is it? Just take this requisition to Mr. Conklin's office, will you? Sure. Right away. No detours now. I want those flower pots as soon as possible. Okay. And thanks for the poem, Miss Brooks. Well, if it isn't Stretch, snograt. Harriet. Oh, gosh, Harriet. You're just the one I wanted to see. Harriet, even though you're Walter's girl, I mean, well, I can't help it. I've just got to tell you how I feel about you. Harriet, I think you're abominable. I felt it right from the start. There's something I want you to have, Harriet. Here, take it. Hey, wait a second, Harriet. I'll walk you down to the... Oh, hiya, Stretch. Hello, Walter. I can't talk to you now. I got to hurry and deliver a message to Mr. Conklin. So long, Harriet. Goodbye, everybody. What's the matter with him? I don't know. He seems awfully mixed up. He told me I was abominable, and then he gave me this note. No. What does it say? I don't quite understand it. It says I would like a dozen small flower pots for my window set. Ask Miss Brooks to step into my office immediately, please. Now then, Stretch, your positive Miss Brooks told you to give me this note. Yes, Mr. Conklin. I see. That will be all, Stretch. Thank you. Yes, sir. Goodbye, Mr. Conklin. Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's sound. And evermore, with love, I tremble. Now, really? Come in. You sent for me, Mr. Conklin? Yes, Miss Brooks. I did. Sit down, won't you? Thank you. Miss Brooks, I don't know quite how to begin. I received your note, of course. And well, I never suspected you felt the way you do. Well, I did decide rather recently, Mr. Conklin. But Miss Brooks, you know Mrs. Conklin, so well, what do you suppose she'd say? Don't you think she'd like the idea? Like the idea? Mr. Conklin, aren't you exaggerating the importance of my little note? It isn't as if I'm asking for the moon. All I want is some little ones. Little ones? I've got as much right to them as anybody else, haven't I? But, Miss Brooks... If it doesn't, there's too many, I'll settle for six. And I'd like to have them by the end of the day. You've been working very hard lately, Miss Brooks. And I know conditions here aren't too good. Conditions aren't too good in any school, Mr. Conklin. That's one of the reasons I want them. Let me review this request, Miss Brooks. You say you want six little ones by the end of the day. That's right. I'd like to string them along my window sill. String them along your window sill? Well, that's better than letting them lie around the nursery, isn't it? Why do you come to me? Because you supply the whole school. Are you talking about? Flower pot. I want you to sign the requisition for me. Requisition? But I didn't get a requisition. Here's what snotgrass brought me. Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue. Excuse me, Daddy, but there's been a terrible mistake. What are you talking about, Harriet? Why aren't you in class, Denton? It was Stretch's mistake, Mr. Conklin. I guess I got excited. Oh, pardon me, but the door was open, Mr. Conklin. Mr. Boynton. What is this, a convention? I heard you were called up on the carpet, Miss Brooks, so I thought I'd come by and see if there was anything I could do. Oh, that was very sweet of you, Mr. Boynton. It's about the popoam that was been... What's going on here? What's all this poem nonsense anyway? Well, don't you see, Daddy? Stretch gave you the poem. He was planning to give me by mistake. But he wasn't the only one that gave Harriet a poem. I did too. I put one in her history book. What? But it wasn't my idea, Mr. Conklin. Then whose idea was it? Do they take women in the foreign legion? 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Well, Harriet was so impressed by Walter's efforts to woo her away from her secret admirer that she forgot about Mr. Boynton and Stretch before you could say, your name hangs in my heart like a tongue in Barney's delicatessen. As for Stretch, he, of course, was heartbroken, but out of his soul-shaking anguish, came another great original composition, which he cleverly entitled, Melancholy Baby. I had a date with Mr. Boynton that night, and while I was waiting for him to pick me up, Mrs. Davis and I were chatting in the living room. Well, Connie, do you think that his reading, Sir or No, will change Mr. Boynton's bashful attitude, any? I hope so, Mrs. Davis. He certainly has been backward when it comes... I'll get it. Hello? Oh, hello, Miss Brooks. This is Mr. Boynton. I just wanted to let you know I've certainly had my eyes open by this book you loaned me. You mean Sir or No, Mr. Boynton? Yes, it's wonderful, Miss Brooks, and it's made me realize something I should have known long ago. What's that, Mr. Boynton? I don't read half enough. So if you don't mind, Miss Brooks, I'd like to call off our date tonight and stay home and finish the book. Mr. Boynton? Yes? May I suggest another book for you to read? What book is that, Miss Brooks? It's called Everything Comes to Him Who Waits. But, brother, you're waiting too long. Next week, cloning to another Our Miss Brooks show, brought to you by Pamalev Sof, Your Beauty Hope, and Luster Cream Shampoo for soft, glamorous, caressible hair. Our Miss Brooks, starring Eve Arden, is produced by Larry Burns, written and directed by Al Lewis, with music by Wilbur Hatch. Here's good shaving news. Three men out of every four can get more comfortable, actually smoother shaves, with Pamalev Brushless Shaving Cream. This is not just a claim. Here's the proof. 1,297 men tried the Pamalev Brushless Way to Shave, described on the tube. 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