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There's Judge Hooker to lend dignity, Barber Floyd Munson who lends the room, Chief of Police Gates in preserved law and order, and our friendly neighborhood druggist, Mr. Peavey. The Chief's got a voice as clear as a bell, a dive in bell. Now Floyd. I'm in good voice tonight, myself. Don't you think so, Peavey? Let's not stand nagging. Well, fellas, why don't we get on with the meeting? Somebody may have some business to take up. Yeah, let's get the dull stuff over with. Somebody call us to order. Well, who's president? Peavey's president. Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah. Oh, my goodness. What an organization. Well, the meeting's called to order. Who has some business? Not I. Not me. Me neither. Good. Let's sing another song. Peavey, you didn't ask me. All right. Any business, Mr. Yildus Leaves? No. I just wanted to be asked. Well, I want to play some. I got to keep my fingers warm. For the next number, I'll take off my gloves. Why don't we sing another song? You know, something with a good bass. There is a tower in the town, in the town. Peavey, we don't sing that one well. I do. Look, fellas, let's stick to something safe. We'd better shut up then. I don't agree. I think we'd rather well with sweet 16. You're great. Give us an introduction, Floyd. OK. Missing's on. OK, let's go. Don't be naive, chief. The commission must have a date. On Jolly Boy's night, Yildus? Well, I did promise to pick up Irene at school at 9.30. She had a teacher's meeting. Commissioner, you're breaking up one of the best meetings we've had. I'm sorry, chief. That's why I didn't mention it earlier. I didn't want to dampen your spirits. Oh, don't worry. We'll live. Oh, my, and... Well, when I go, it breaks up the singing. Because you don't have anyone who can sing lead. Who can't sing lead? Judge, if you're going to sing lead, do me a favor. Oh? Don't start until I get at least two blocks away. Killed it? Good night, fellas. I heard him stirring around up there. I didn't know. He had such a big night last night. A Jolly Boy's meeting and a date with Miss Henshaw. A doubleheader. Uncle likes to sing so well. I'm surprised he'd leave the meeting to go out with a girl. A lot of thrushes like to go out with rands, Lee Boy. Mr. Gil, please. I'll fix your breakfast while you look at the paper. Oh, thank you, Bertie. Well, what's in the news this morning, my boy? I don't have time to look at the paper. Yeah, it doesn't seem to be much going on. See, here's a picture of the Jolly Boy. Yeah? You got your picture in the paper? Well, not mine. But all the other members are in the picture. Oh, kid. You got less out, huh? Quiet, Leroy. I want to see what's going on here. Yeah, just copy, Mr. Gil, please. Give it to him quick. He needs it. Right. This was taken after I left the meeting last night. It says roving reporter catches nightingales roosting over barbershop. Oh, it's too bad you didn't get your picture in the paper, Mr. Gil, please. Yeah, see, Aunt, that's what you get for going with girls. Oh. Let me see what else the article says. This group of business and professional men keep barbershop singing alive. Mad, mad. Don't they all look natural? Personally, I don't think it's good of any of them. Look, it didn't even mention my name. Merned up, honk. Of course not, Leroy. But if they were going to have their picture taken, they could have suggested that I stay. Did you suggest taking them on your date? Certainly not. Yeah, I know. They probably got sore because I left and practically broke up the meeting. The judge doesn't look very sore. Look at him smile for the camera. Yeah, grinning like an old crocodile. Oh, Mr. Gil, please. You shouldn't say that about your friend. They're no friends of mine. But, Aunt, you're a fellow jolly boy. Who's jolly? Jolly boys that have their picture taken without me. Well, I just want to let them know I've seen it. And I dare any of them to bring it up. Hey, come here. Oop, there's Floyd. He's got the paper in his hand. You know, I'll pretend I don't hear anything. Hey, come here. Loud barber. Floyd. Come on in the shop. I want you to see a prominent VIP. Well, I haven't much time, Floyd. Oh, I guess you've seen the morning paper. What makes you think I've seen the morning paper? You got a chip on your shoulder big enough to shingle the city hall. I don't know where you get that idea. The most jolly boys got our picture in the paper. That's the worst picture I ever saw. I thought you hadn't seen the paper. You know, my wife, Lovie, said, she said, Floydie, you look just like a fat, rooty valley. Yes. Floyd, why wasn't I told about this? Well, it all happened after you run out on us last night, Commissioner. Oh? Yeah, it seems this reporter was passing, heard us singing and got curious. He come upstairs, took a look, snapped our picture. Oh, so that's how it happened. Yeah, look, look at our names here in big type. There's some left to right. Yeah, I know. Floyd, you have a real juvenile attitude about this whole thing. What do you mean? Yeah, I suppose you'll have that picture framed and hung over your mirror. How'd you know? This is the silliest thing I ever heard of. A bunch of grown men giggling in front of a camera like schoolgirls. Why, Commissioner, I didn't know this was really bothering you. It isn't, Floyd. See, I was only kidding when I called your sore head. But you really are a sore head. Floyd! And he's heard just a half-sad of his way to run an organization. That's all. And his PB's fault. He's president. He shouldn't have let them take pictures without all the members being present. You know, just step in and see what he has to say for himself. Hello, PB. Hello, Mr. Jonas. What can I do for you? Don't act innocent, PB. Okay. You could have gotten in touch with me last night for the picture. You knew where I was. No, Mr. Jonas, leave it. I didn't think you'd appreciate a call last night. Why not? When something important like this comes up. Mr. Jonas, leave it. If you'd been sitting on the couch holding hands with your girl and I called on the phone and said, drop what you're doing and rush down here. PB, I wasn't holding hands. No, not your fault, PB. Yes, yes. It isn't that I care about having my picture taken with the rest of you. But it's a heck of a way to run a railroad. We didn't ask for this picture. Oh, yes. Floyd tried to tell me the man heard you singing and just came up. Well, I guess he just couldn't resist. At the time I was singing, there is a towering in the garden. Let's forget about the darn picture. I don't want to hear any more about it. Hello, fella. Hello, Chief. Hello, Chief. PB, isn't this a peachy picture? I think so. What a vain policeman. Why, this morning I was talking to the jail photographers. Jail photographers. And he says if we get the negative, he'll print up some pictures suitable for framing. You don't say. Yes. He says he's tired of photographing fellas with numbers on them anyway. Ha, ha, ha. Well, I've been thinking, Chief, as president of the club, I might send a picture to the society for the preservation of barbershop quartet singing in America. That's a good idea. Are you going to send them that picture? Why not, Mr. Gilmick Lee? Well, if you want to send them a picture without the lead singer, go ahead. Yeah, yeah. Oh, for commotion. Well, look at it this way. A quartet consists of four men. If you were in the picture, you'd make five. Yeah, it's part of the whole quartet. Oh. So now I spoil things for the Jolly Boys. I didn't say that. Well, you said there could only be four in a quartet, and that leaves me out. And since you're president, P.D., I assume you reflect the feelings of the club. Are you sore about something, Commissioner? No, I'm not sore. I don't have to be in your picture. I don't even have to be in your club. You mean you're getting out? Well, yes. This is the way you're going to run things. I resign. Oh. Now, Chief, stop begging me to stay. He didn't beg me to stay. He just said, oh. Well, P.D., what do you say? No, I feel a state. That doesn't I resign. Nate Gildesley will be back in just a minute. There's a new trend in nylon stockings that millions of women are discovering. They're finding that 60 gauge nylons are a better buy than 51 gauge because they're more snag-resistant and longer-wearing. That's the reason Parquet Margarine has changed the remarkable offer being made on Power's Model Nylons. Last year, you could order 51 gauge nylons at a big saving, but now you can get glamorous 60 gauge Power's Model Nylons at less than half price. You'd expect to pay at least $1.65 for luxurious, long-wearing nylons like these. But now you could order them for only $0.75 a pair when you buy delicious Parquet Margarine. 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Birdie? Yes, Mr. Gilslee? Did anyone phone me while I was out in the back yard? No, sir, none of your friends called. I wasn't expecting a call from them. Besides, I don't have any friends. You've got a sense. They just ain't talking to you. Hi. Hello, Leroy. Hey, my boy. You haven't taken any phone calls from me and forgotten to tell me, have you? No. Who's going to call you? I think he wants Johnny Boyd to call. Birdie, I've said I don't want to talk to them. Yes, sir. He wants somebody he don't want to talk to to call him so he can tell him he don't want to talk to him, which he won't, because he does want to talk to him. Birdie thinks I have regrets about resigning from the Jolly Boys. You don't, huh? Not one. What would you say if one of them came to the house? Well, I just pretend I wasn't home. You want me to tell that to the judge? Okay. Here he comes up to walk. Good old horse is coming to see me. Hold on. You said... I don't have anything against Judd and Tucker. It's just the Jolly Boys in general. Never mind, Birdie. Leroy. Yeah? You better go to the door. Okay. And tell him you're not home? No, no. We can't be rude to the judge. You go to the door and tell the judge if he insists on seeing me. I'm in my study. What a carrot. Oh, my goodness. Thank you. I was hoping I'd find him home. Oh, yeah. He's in his study. Thank you, Leroy. You'll have to do some tall talking to make me change my mind. Hello, Gilday. Oh, it's you, Judge. I didn't expect to see you. Sit down and tell me what's on your mind. I came over to borrow your magnifying glass. Is that all you came for? What do you think? Well, why do you need a magnifying glass? Since you foolishly resigned from the Jolly Boys, I think I should examine your head. Now, Judge, I just don't want to belong to an organization that isn't properly run. I have nothing against P.D. personally, but he's not presidential timber. You didn't even remember he was president. Well, we seldom elect officers. They cost very much for them to do. One thing a president should do is hold the organization together. Yes, but you... You didn't have to accept my resignation, Horace. Gilday, the real reason I came over is to ask you to reconsider. Well... If you're so unhappy with the present officers, I'll propose that we hold an election immediately. No, Judge, I don't want to offend P.D. He doesn't care. In fact, he told me the other day that he had a good notion to resign himself. Of course, I'd rather come back than see the club fall to pieces. That's the spirit. I'm a man who feels his responsibility is keenly, you know. The club has meant a great deal to all of us, Gilday. I know how to fill the void in my own empty life. What greater joy does life hold than the camaraderie of men joining together in good fellowship and lifting their voices in song? Judge, don't cry. I'll come back. In case of my going back to them, Leroy, they came to me. In fact, just to get me back in, they're going to have an election of officers. Yeah. Judge didn't come right out and say so. But I could see he feels the need of a strong hand at the helm. Yours? I'll admit, when I was president, I kept things humming. Yeah, maybe that's why they didn't be elected. No, that wasn't it. The presidency sort of rotates. Went from me to Judge Hooker, to me, to Pee-Dee, and now it's my turn again. You think you got it cinched, huh? Well, like any campaigner, I'll do what I can to get elected. Birdie! Yes, sir? There's quite a possibility I'll be nominated for the presidency of the Jolly Boys. Well, I thought you was out. Well, they want me in again. That's nice. Of course, if I go back, I'm going to see if the club is operated differently. Yes, sir. Birdie, would you mind preparing a little midnight snack for the boys' election night? No, sir. Is this your way of stuffing the ballot box, please? Excuse me? Well, Birdie, that's not the idea. I'm only doing this to prove that I bear no mallets. Yes. You might have ham and cheese sandwiches, and fix a lot of deviled eggs. Yes. You're not stuffing the ballot box, you're just stuffing the Jolly Boys. He doesn't want to be president, so I shouldn't I serve again. And if I do decide to run for some political office this fall, it won't hurt to have it on the record. The city water commissioner, president of the club, prominent in the PTA. Yeah, I'll go in and patch fences with Birdie. Hello, Birdie. Hello, Mr. Gildersleeve. Yeah, I suppose you know Judge Hooker came by and persuaded me to withdraw my resignation from the club. Well, I'm glad you reconsidered, Mr. Gildersleeve. Well, I'm glad you're glad. I guess you also know there's going to be an election of officers. It's me. You know, that brings up a point. As long as you're not interested in being president, I thought I'd run. Well, it's about your turn anyway, isn't it? You run every other time. Oh, Phoebe. Well, you're joshing, Mr. Gildersleeve. I'll vote for you. Oh, fine. But what about the others? Hey, what do you mean the others? Well, when you blew up in my face, my chief thought you were a little online. Hmm, they feel that way. They can swing the election. And that's what I'm saying. Well, all we have to do is show there's no ill will between us. Well, certainly not on my part, Mr. Gildersleeve. You're a very good customer. He cared to buy a box of cigars around before election. Well, I'm already furnishing the dinner. You know, I mean... My, my. Phoebe, I'll admit I wouldn't mind being president again. Well, I can't say no. I'm voting for you. Thanks, Phoebe. Now, I have an idea. If I nominate you and you nominate me, that'll prove to Floyd and the chief that we buried the hatchet. No, Mr. Gildersleeve. The minute we open the meeting, I'll nominate you. No, no. Let me nominate you first. That'll prove to everyone that I hold no grudge. Yeah. And then when we cast our secret ballots, they'll know I'm voting for you. Well, now I wouldn't say that. Keeping Gildersleeve. I thought he'd be the first one here. Maybe he threw us over for a girl again. Now, Floyd, just because we're all happily married men... Oh, now, don't speak for all of us, chief. What's this, Phoebe? The judge isn't married, but he's happy. Yeah, I'm footloose and fancy-free. Hey, here's the commiss. Hello, fellas. Hello, commissioner. Well, now that we're all here, let's have a song. The gentlemen, please. Before we start the singing, why don't we get the election out of the way? That's a good idea. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Before the election, let's have a cigar, fellas. Hey, he bought a whole box. Yep. I bought them from my good friend, Phoebe. Cigarchi? You know I don't smoke, commissioner. But I'll take a couple to the jail from a trustee. You help yourself. You go ahead. Reach right in, chief. All right. Floyd? They ain't loaded, are they? Only with good will. Yeah, I'll put the box here in the panel where everybody can help himself. You know it's good to have you and your cigars back in the club commission. Yeah, thanks, Floyd. I'll have food up here for everybody in a few minutes. Yeah? It's on me. Nothing like a little snack after we vote. My, my. I'm happy to see there's no more rancor or hard feelings among the Jolly Boys. Why, of course not, Judge. Hey, listen. Somebody's coming upstairs. Yeah, that's Bertie with the food. Good evening, gentlemen. Well, hello, Bertie. Just spread it out there on the table buffet-style, Bertie. Yes, sir. Have you been elected yet, Mr. Bertie? Shh, Bertie. Okay, okay. I spread it out like you said. Mmm! Something smells good. Yeah. What do you got there, Bertie? Oh, we got some ham, cheese, potato salad, and devil eggs. Devil eggs, oh boy. Commissioner, this is a real treat. You did a noble thing providing this bread. Well, you'll have to thank Bertie, Chief. By George, everything's going great. I'm as good as elected. Yeah, which my drugstore sandwiches look like Bertie. Oh, Mr. Peeve. Well, I know everybody's hungry, so why don't we get things underway? It's a good idea. I'm stopped. Peeve, why don't you call the meeting to order? You're still President. Very well. Are there any nominations for President? Well, I'd like to be the first to make a nomination. You would, Gelder? You bet. I'd like to nominate for President of the Jolly Boys, my good friend Richard Q. Peeve. Hey, he's nominating the Peeve. Isn't that nice? Killed it. That's a splendid gesture. Well, do I hear a second? Come on, fellas. There are other nominations to be made. Well, Commissioner, if you want the Peeve to be President again, I move we make it unanimous and neat. But... Hi. Hi. I'm afraid it's carried. Great. Let's see. Oh, my goodness. How did that happen? We'll be back in 30 seconds. 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