 The Craft Foods Company presents Willard Waterman as the Great Gilded Sleeve. The Great Gilded Sleeve is brought to you each week by the Craft Foods Company. Craft, you know, are the makers of the wonderful new craft pasteurized processed cheese and slices. Those perfect slices of extra mellow tasting processed cheese that are formed, then wrapped and sealed for you right in the spick and span craft plant. You'll find them in your grocer's dairy case. Eight fine slices in every neat package. And those packages really are neat and they hold eight delicious slices. Look for them when you shop tomorrow. Those neat square packages marked craft deluxe slices. Now let's see what's doing with the Great Gilded Sleeve. The day's work is done and the water commissioner is at the wheel of the family car heading homeward. He seems to be in fine spirits. Say, Christmas decorations in the windows already. Yeah, I'm glad to see it. I love the Christmas spirit. Well, there's old money bags of Bullard walking home. Look at him, marching along with his nose in the air. I hope he catches it in the tree. You would have snubbed that Bullard is. Oh, what the heck? I'll offer him a ride. Tell me a couple of blocks. I can stand in that lawn. Hello, Bullard. Oh, good evening, Gilded Sleeve. Yeah, I'm on my way home. Can I give you a lift? Old neighbor? Old friend? Thank you. I'll ride with you. You're well good. Where's your Cadillac Bullard? Break down, did it? No. No, I'm having a new set of tires put on. New tires? What was wrong with the old ones? One of the valves was leaking. Oh, this is a nice car, you have? Well, thank you. Has a self-starter, has it? I've been thinking of trading it in. Naturally. How's everything at your house, Mr. Bullard? Everybody fine? Yes, yes. My little niece Brenda is quite excited. Tomorrow night her school is holding its annual junior catillion. Catillion? That's a dance. Brenda's a pupil of Mrs. Murphy's seminary. Seminary, eh? Private school. It seems Brenda must invite a boy to be her escort at the catillion. Boy of good family, of course. Stuffed shirt. Mrs. Murphy's seminary caters only to the best people. Super snob. From what I hear, Brenda is planning to invite your little nephew Leroy. Well, Leroy what? My Leroy? She is well. Of course, you know how boys are, Leroy probably won't go. Your girl? Leroy? Oh, yes, he will. He comes from a good family. I'm going to learn to have a cigar. Imagine little Leroy. Going to be invited to Mrs. Murphy's catillion. You're right, George, old Bullard is true blue. Only the children of the leading families are being invited. And Leroy's in my family. Until this leaves you may not be rolling in dough, but you're getting into the upper crust. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. You're the evening, my dream. I was watching through the window, and I drove Mr. Bullard home. Yep, picked him up down the street. We had a fine talk. I misjudged Bullard all along my journey. Oh? Absolutely. Took me all this time to find out that he thinks very highly of me. In fact, he considers us to be one of the best families in town. Did he say that? Well, not in so many words. But it was the same thing. By the way, where's Leroy? He's upstairs. Has little Brenda been over? You wait. Big surprise. Leroy! Put on a clean shirt. Wash your face and comb your hair. What did you say? I said get cleaned up. What for? Oh, my goodness. There she is at the door. You see, my boy. Good evening, Miss Brenda. Please, I am here. Won't you step in? Thank you. Hello, Brenda. Hello, Leroy. Hi. Don't you know how to answer a lady when she speaks to you? I said hi. Excuse me, I'm going out to help Rudy. Don't you want to come, Uncle? No, thanks. I'll stay here with the children. Well, nice to see you, Brenda. Yes, indeed. Thank you, Mr. Kildersley. What's on your mind? Leroy, you don't ask a lady what's on her mind. I didn't expect an answer. I was just being sociable. I came over to ask you something, Leroy. Yeah? What? Leroy, you don't say, uh, what? Oh, why don't you talk to her? I was only reminding you of your manners, my boy. Brenda's a lady and you're a gentleman. Okay. I was wondering, would you like to take me to the catenion tomorrow night? For a walk? Yes, Leroy. You've heard of the catenion. It's sort of a dance. It's at Mrs. Murphy's seminary. It'll be awfully nice. I'd like to have you go with me, Leroy. You're not busy. He'd love to go, Brenda. I would. Be at my house at seven o'clock. My Uncle Rumson will drive us over. Yeah. Leroy, be there at seven o'clock. See you tomorrow, then. Good night, Brenda. Well, Leroy, this is a very important affair. The children of all the best families are going to be there. Then what am I going for? Leroy, we are one of the best families. This proves it. Mr. Bullard never have let Brenda invite you if he didn't think we belonged in the Blue Book. Blue Book, small book. Oh, my boy. Besides, you like Brenda. She's a fine little girl. She's okay. You can, too. He'll be a lot of fun. You wait. They'll have fruit punch and cookies. All you can eat. Yeah. You'll enjoy it. You can't dance while you're eating, can you? Certainly not. About three hours from eight until eleven. Why? I wonder if I can keep eating that long. Well, don't you worry about it, my boy. It'll be a fine evening. Okay. What a boy. He really wants to go. He just had to be proud of it a little. What happened, Donkey? It sounded like you were having a big discussion in here, Mr. Gillers-Leigh. Are you home, Bronco? As I came in the driveway, I saw Mr. Bullard's little niece, Brenda, going down the walk. He's a cute youngster. You bet. She and Leroy have a date for tomorrow night. Leroy has a date? Yeah. She's married. Quite fashionable. Children of all the leading family. Well, you never can tell, Mr. Gillers-Leigh. Leroy's date with Brenda may be the beginning of something. Who was that? Well, that's how I found Bronco. He took me to a dance, and now he's mine. Oh, Mars. But you were both grown up. Leroy's just a boy. Well, you know what they say about childhood? Sweethearts, Anki. Yes, sir. Great oaks from little acorns grow. Well, by George, Leroy could do a lot worse than little Brenda. I know what you are doing, Anki. You're making a match. He's a regular Cupid, isn't he, Mars? Oh, my goodness. Yes. Cupid and his little dart. Excuse me, children. Where are you going, Anki? Before Bertie puts dinner on, this Cupid is going to dart down to the drugstore and get some cigars. Oh, Mr. Gillers-Leigh. What do you feel this evening? You can give me a couple of alalobos, Pete. Okay, well. I'd better take a little box of chocolate, too, Pete. For Leroy. He's going to his first dance tomorrow night. Little Leroy? Mine, mine. He's very exclusive. Children of summer feel his most prominent family. This is the one Leroy is going to? New Bert. And you'll never guess who it was who invited him. Mr. Bullard's little niece, Brenda. Aren't you surprised, Pete? Well, yes. Well, you don't show it. Oh, I blinked my eyes. Oh, you have another customer, Pete. So I'll be. Well, hello, Bullard. Good evening, Gillers-Leigh. Hello, Pete. Good evening, Mr. Bourne. You're a niece and my nephew. You're having their first date tomorrow night. Where's Mervis Catillion? I thought they were going to a dance. Pete. Ordinary people call it dancing. We call it catillioning. You don't say. As little Brenda is all a flutter over the occasion. Yes, old little Leroy. He can hardly wait. By the way, can you give me a small bottle of perfume, Pete? Perfume? What fragrance would you like, Mr. Bourne? I have scarlet midnight. Dizzy dew. Dizzy dew? No, no, P.B., this is for Brenda. Your perfume for little Brenda. Sweet. Well, here are some perfumes for children. How about Little Bo Peep? Brenda's a little beyond the Bo Peep age. Don't you have something halfway between Little Bo Peep and Dizzy Dew? Well, how about Lily of the Valley? Good. Sure. Leroy like that. He loves the outdoors. Well, Judge Hooker. Good evening, gentlemen. Good evening, John. Hi, we have quite a gathering here. Are they buying something, P.B., or did they just come in to smell the licorice? Smell the licorice. This is a real occasion, Judge. Tomorrow night, Mr. Bullard's niece Brenda and Little Leroy are having their first date. No. Yes, sir. They're going to a catillion. No. They're going to a catillion. Yeah, that's a dance. Leroy and Brenda. Those two dear children. Life's most cherished moment. It brings tears to my eyes. I can't find my hatchet. I can tell you one for a dime. No. No, thanks, P.B. I found mine. How vividly this recalls fond memories of my childhood when I first escorted a little flaxen-haired niece to a taffy fool. A taffy fool? I bet you were stuck on her. P.B. How fine it is, Rumpson, that you and Gelday have at last buried the hatchet. Finally joined hands in friendship. Yes, sir. Bygones are bygones. Hey, Bullard. I suppose they are. It's probably a good thing. When it looks now, you two fellas and the maronite might be the beginning of a romance. Leading some day to Weddingdale. Oh, now, Judge. Judge, what an idea. You and Bronco were talking about the same thing at home. Of course, it's silly. Well, childhood sweethearts, you know, sometimes grow up and get married. In the spring, a young man's fancy lightly turns to a lad. Judge, please. Nobody is getting married. Nobody is even thinking about anybody getting married. Of course not. You chose Leroy. Plenty of time to find a good wife. A girl has to look around. He can't just marry any old girl that comes along. Well, I wouldn't say that Brenda was any old girl. Oh, no. In fact, she wouldn't marry just any old boy. Well, Leroy isn't just any old boy. You aren't thinking he might marry Brenda? Marry Brenda? Leroy? Certainly not. That's ridiculous. What's ridiculous about it? You are nothing. Simply that I'm not trying to make him mad, Judge. I mean, I wouldn't want Leroy. Oh, you wouldn't want Leroy to marry my niece. No. I mean, yes. My family isn't good enough for you. I didn't say that. I wouldn't let my niece marry into your family if you owned the state of Texas. Nope. Is that so? Yes. All right. And you can tell Leroy he can just forget about going out with Brenda tomorrow night. And you can tell Brenda she can forget about going out with Leroy. What do you think of that? I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You hold her sleeve. You're a nington poke. Oh, go to a... Cattillion. That's again. Peebie, this is all your fault. My fault? You started this whole thing. Peebie, you're an old troublemaker. No, no, I wouldn't say that. Big Gilder Sleeve will be back in just a moment. 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Out there, that poor little girl. Okay. Go on now. Poor little girl. Talk about it. Leroy, my uncle says I can't go with you tonight. Yeah, my uncle says I can't go with you either. I'll get somebody else. Look, don't think so. My uncle just said I couldn't go to the kitchen with you. Well... Get in with me. Uncle Moore said I shouldn't get in anyway. You think I ought to... Poor Leroy. Uncle and Mr. Board ought to be ashamed of themselves. Right, Marge? You know what I'd do, Leroy? What? I'd stand up for my rights. Go over there and take Brenda. Go someplace if you want to. faint heart, near one, fair maiden. And if Uncle Morton and Mr. Board say anything... We'll take care of it. Leave it to us, Leroy. If face what? I've got a water bill to get out. Family had dinner? Yes, they've eaten and gone. Eating and gone? Leroy too? Yes. Where's that red eagle? I don't know, but he took a bath and put on clean clothes before he went. He's going someplace, that boy. He is? Yes. He was clean and handsome and bright in the eyes. Two to one, he's headed to Brenda. He's with Bertie? He was clean and handsome and bright in the eyes. Two to one, he's headed to Brenda. You all right, Bertie? Mr. Gelsley, you know where. Two to one. That boy went over to Bullard. There's Bullard. There's Bullard. What's he bellowing about? Kill the slaves. Where's that nephew of yours? Bullard, don't you roar at me. Where's that niece of yours? He's with your nephew. Where's he? He's with your niece. You started this whole thing, Bullard. You and that darn confidant. Kill the slaves. Here's a note pinned to your front door. Like this? Yes. Dear Uncle Mort, Brenda and I have gone to Union Station. Don't be sore, love Leroy. Union Station? Union Station? They're leaving us. They're running away together. On the train? Little Leroy. My little Brenda. We drove them away, killed the slaves. Now, Bullard, it's not all your fault. I'm to blame, too. We're fools, killed the slaves. Blind fools. You're all right. Well, let's not stand here. We're getting tears all over the run. Let's do something. Yes, yes, do something. We've got to do something. Come on, killed the slaves. In my car. We'll go to Union Station. Maybe we can head them up before the train leaves. Come on, Joe. They're running. Not a sign of them. I'm afraid we're too late, killed the slaves. They must have taken the 730 train for Kansas City. My little Brenda. Little Leroy. We've turned them against us, killed the slaves. Just a pair of fools, that's what we are. Now, we're paying the price. Stop blubbering, I can't stand it. Let's go home to my cold empty house and call the FBI. FBI? G-Men? Chasing the little Leroy? They'll just take them off the train. Poor frightened little kid. Driven from their home. No place to go. Little Brenda. Leroy, stop blubbering. Let's go into my home. Wait a minute. There's somebody standing in your porch. Kill him, please. It's my Leroy wither. Your uncle and I just came over to surprise you. We're not angry with you. We're happy. Happier than you will ever know. You have no idea how happy we are. We thought you were gone. Both of us. Brenda, don't ever do that to your uncle again. So what? Well, it was that note you pinned to our door, Leroy. What about it, huh? Well, you said you were going to Union Station. Yeah, we saw it. You what? What time is it, Bullard? It's just 9 o'clock. Well, I, George, you can't see it again. We'll all see it. If we hurry, we can get there in time for the second show. Come on, everybody. Let's go. What a character. The Great Gilder Sleeve will be right back. Now, if pleasing the whole family is your biggest problem when it comes to buying cheese, just listen to this. Those wonderful new Kraft deluxe slices come in five delicious varieties. That's right. Those fine slices of pasteurized processed cheese that Kraft makes and wraps eight to the package, come in five different kinds. 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