 The Kraft Foods Company presents Willard Waterman as the great Gildesleeve. The great Gildesleeve is brought to you partially transcribed by the Kraft Foods Company. Kraft, you know, makes Philadelphia brand cream cheese. The cream cheese that's been famous for quality since 1880. Delicious creamy white Philadelphia brand is so popular it outsells all other brands of cream cheese combined. Enjoy it often. Just be sure you get genuine Philadelphia brand when you buy. Look for the Red Kraft K on the silvery package. Remember, there's only one Philadelphia brand cream cheese and it's made by Kraft and guaranteed fresh. It's the evening before Thanksgiving and Summerfield, like many other places, is blanketed with snow. The great Gildesleeve walked home through it as part of his training for his bout with old Tom Turkey tomorrow. And we might add that the water commissioner is in the pink of condition. Hello everybody, I'm home. Yeah, my dream. See, that's a tantalizing aroma coming from the kitchen. Uh-huh, Bertie's cooking the turkey for tomorrow. Yeah, I think I'll go back and take a look at it. Now, don't start sampling it tonight. Yeah, I won't. That turkey isn't going to get the best of me this time. In fact, I plan to eat light. Light meat. Hello, Bertie. Leroy, what are you doing over there by the oven? Me? Leroy's watching the turkey and I'm watching Leroy. That's a good idea. Uncle's here now, Bertie. You better double the watch. Yes, ma'am. Everybody stand back now. Bertie's going to baste it. Uncle, we got a 24-pound turkey. Say, isn't he a whopper? What's he eatin'? Oh boy, that's nearly five pounds a piece. Oh, and I may not be here for dinner, Anki. He's trying to get tickets for the football game tomorrow in Center City. Oh, that's too bad. We'll miss you, my dear. Well, you know how Bronco is about a football game. It was such a big dinner. And we ought to invite somebody to share it with us. Leroy, there's a pretty little girl staying at Mr. Bullard's. You mean invite Vabbs? You, I not. Yes, why not? The pretty little girl has a pretty mother, Anki. Well, naturally, if we invite Vabbs, we should invite her mother. Yeah. Give along, Leroy. Let's slip on our overshoes. Heaven's snow on Thanksgiving, Anki. Makes things pretty cozy. Right, George, I'm glad I thought about asking Paula and Vabbs over. What if Mr. Bullard won't let them come? Leroy, Mr. Bullard doesn't boss everything. None of his business if his sister wants to spend Thanksgiving with friends. Since when has Mr. Bullard considered you a friend? My boy, it's Thanksgiving. It's the time when we should all be friends. Okay. Here with a snowball from behind this tree. Careful, Leroy. No, Leroy. Leroy, watch it. Here it comes. You've heard it. Bullard's window. Yes, I'd better run. You'll just leave. Did you break my window? No, but I'll gladly pay for it. Leroy was aiming at me and missed, but I'll pay for it. If he lame again at you and hit, I'll pay for it. No, Mr. Bullard, I'm sorry it happened. It was an accident. Fortunately, it's just a pain out of the storm window. Gilda's leave, why did you come over in the first place? Well, I came over to see if I couldn't take your sister and little Vabbs off your hands for Thanksgiving. They're spending the holiday out of town. You are? I didn't know Paula was planning a trip. Should you have been consulted? Well, not necessarily. But she might have said goodbye. Now that you mention it, she did leave a message for you. She said goodbye. So, goodbye. Wait a minute, Mr. Bullard. If you don't mind, I'll talk to you through the peephole. It's cold out there. Well, about the broken window, you shouldn't pay for the pain. Gilda's leave, I've been paying for a pain ever since you moved across the street. Even on Thanksgiving, he's a hard man to like. I'll take care of it, my boy. Thanks, Uncle Swell. He's gone over to Bullard's anyway. He'll never set foot on his porch again. Yeah. I guess I will have to go over and pay him, someday. Yeah, I'll put the money on a stick and poke it through the peephole so he can't bite my hand. Let's go, Swell. Yes, Bertie? Well, Mr. Bullard's sister and little Vabbs be here for dinner tomorrow. No, they're out of town, Bertie. Unless Mr. Bullard has them locked up in the attic. Yes, sir. You're fooling, ain't you? Yes, I guess so. I'll put the names in the pot. Too bad they can't be here. If Mrs. Marjorie and Mr. Bronco go to that football game, we're going to have more dinner and we know what to do with. Well, Leroy and I will do our best by it. Oh, I'm counting on you and Leroy to eat double. But we're loaded. Of course, a lot of people ain't going to have a big Thanksgiving. Well, true, Bertie. A lot of people just go squeak by. You were pretty lucky, Bertie. Yes, sir. I've been thinking about that while I was basing that big turkey, Mr. Kelsey. You guys, Bertie? You remember the little boy that wandered in here from the children's home last Halloween? Oh, Mike Smith. That's right. The little lost ghost. Cute kid. See, I wonder what kind of Thanksgiving dinner he's going to have. Oh, you have a good dinner, Bertie. You may not have as much as we've got. Bertie, after church in the morning, why don't I drive over and pick up little Mike? Yes, sir. Now we're lining up a real Thanksgiving. Come to think of it, Thanksgiving is no good if you don't share it. That's what the Indians did. On the first Thanksgiving, they had a lot of food, and they shared it with the pilgrims. Well, the Indians have nothing on the water, Commissioner. The little pilgrim will be the guest of Big Chief Running Water. Yes, sir. Well, John, come in. I didn't want to be late for Thanksgiving dinner, so I thought I'd come and spend the night. Well, we loved to have you, Horace. But you told me you had an engagement. As a matter of fact, I have. So I dropped by to bring a little sweet meat for your festive board tomorrow. Oh, here you are, Bertie. Thank you, Judge. What's in this jar? It's cranberry relish that I prepare myself. You make cranberry relish, Judge? Yes, indeed. I didn't know you so handy around the kitchen. Well, Bertie, I spend most of my idle hours on culinary experiments. I'm writing a cookbook. You over. I think it's nice the judge is so handy in the kitchen. Yes, sir. The judge is a handyman. He spends his working hours with the law book, in his idolize with the cookbook. That's about it, Bertie. Yes, sir. Miss Gilseve. That's why the judge can come up with cranberry relish. He spends his working hours with the law book, in his idle hours with the cookbook. Yeah. I know, baby. Miss Gilseve, you know why the judge can come up with cranberry relish. Yes, but.... He spends his working hours with the law book, in his idle hours with the cookbook. Judge, you have quite an admirer in Bertie. Well, the theory is mutual, Ge была, I'm sorry I won't be here to sample birdies Thanksgiving dinner. Well, Marjorie and Bronco may not be here either. But I'm inviting little Mike from the children's home. Ah, the little fellow who was lost on Halloween. Yeah, Mike's gonna be our guest of honor. Yell day, you're a shining example of the spirit of Thanksgiving. Well, that's not all I planned to do. I went over to invite Mrs. Winthrop and Babs, but the old Bullard said they were out of town. Oh, so Rumson is spending Thanksgiving alone? I didn't ask him, Judge. I don't care where he spent it. Well, I know Rumson Bullard is difficult at times, but he's a lonely man. I think he wants to be alone. I'm not so sure, Gilday. Perhaps we just don't understand him. I know I don't. Be that as it may, at a time when the peoples of the world are divided, suspicious, and working at cross purposes, it seems the least we can do is set an example of amity and accord here at home. Chances are the world could achieve more harmony around the Thanksgiving table than around the conference table. You're probably right, Judge. I hadn't looked at it that way. Right, George, I'll invite Bullard tomorrow. It's nice of you to join us for dinner today, Mike. It's nice of you to invite me, Mr. Gilderslave. You will have a lot of fun. Yeah, I didn't think to ask Mrs. Foster when I should bring you home. Just take me back when I'm good and full. Yeah, that's funny to eat, all right. Bertie has a turkey almost as big as you are. I don't know if I can eat that much. Well, I'll help you. You ought to be a big help. I wonder how you meant that. A lot of us kids are going out for dinner today. You're good. Boy, I like Thanksgiving. How many times a year does it come? Well, only once, Mike. But Christmas will be here soon. Yeah, that's when Santa Claus comes. Yeah, I'll bet you get a lot of presents. Yeah, Bobby's even getting a mother and father for Christmas. Who? Who's Bobby? He's my friend. Yeah, I see. Well, here we are. Remember this house? This is where you found me when I got lost. That's right. I sure was dopey to get lost. Well, if you had to get lost, we're glad you picked our house. Thank you. Oh, before we go in, Mike, let's go across the street and ask someone else to dinner. Okay. I'm going to invite the man who lives in this big house. He's all alone today. But that big house, why is he all alone? Well, Mike, you know how it is. Do I? Well, this man's a little difficult to understand. He seems he hasn't many friends. Why? Well, sometimes he isn't as nice to people as he could be. But we're going to be nice to him. You see, I feel sorry for Mr. Bullard. Is that his name? Yeah, that's his name. Oh, it's you, Gildersley. Good morning, Mr. Bullard. Happy Thanksgiving. Thank you. Mr. Bullard, I'd like you to be a little friend of mine, Mike Smith. Well, how do you do, young man? Hello, Mr. Bullard. Little Mike's from the children's home. He's having dinner with us. Yeah, turkey. Oh, splendid. I hope you enjoy your dinner, Mike. Uh, Mr. Bullard? Yes. I'd like you to join us, if you will. Me? Well, that's very thoughtful of you. Well, Mr. Bullard, it's Thanksgiving. You're all alone. Yeah. And Mr. Gildersley says you don't have very many friends. Oh. Oh. Well, what I meant was... For your information, Gildersley, if I have countless friends, I'm having dinner today at my club. Uh, Mr. Bullard, let's not have another misunderstanding. I really wish you'd come with us. Yeah, Mr. Gildersley feels sorry for you. Oh, is that so? Gildersley, I don't want anybody feeling sorry for me. You enjoy your dinner, and I'll enjoy mine. Good day. Mike, what are you going to do with a fellow like that? Mrs. Foster would send him to bed without any dinner. That's not a bad idea. The Great Gildersleeve will be back in just a minute. Want to make luscious, rich frostings and smooth, perfect fudge every time? 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Now it looks like there will be several empty places at the table. Uncle Mark. Yes, Marjorie? I'm leaving now. Bronco got tickets for the football game. Uh-huh. He's down getting gas, and I'm going to meet him out front. We're a little late. Well, you can't be with us for dinner. But before you go, I want you to meet little Mike. Mike? Yeah, Mike. He's in here with me just in the turkey, Mr. Gisley. Don't spoil his dinner, Bertie. No, sir. You better send him in. I want Marjorie to see him. Mr. Gilded slave? Mike? This is my niece, Marjorie. Hello, Mike. Hello. What's a niece? Well, in this case, she's somebody I'm uncle to. Are you here for dinner, too? Well, I live here, but I can't be here for dinner. You'll excuse me, won't you? Well, I don't know. Is she and her husband are going to a football game, Mike? Do you rather see a football game than eat turkey? No, but our college is playing. Isn't anybody going to eat Thanksgiving dinner with us? Well, Leroy'll be here. He's over on the hill with his sled. What about Mr. Bullard, unky? He express regrets. Bullard style. He's all about you. You feel sorry for him. You feel sorry for him. Okay. Uh-oh, that's Bronco. Well, Mike, I'm awfully glad you came. Goodbye. Goodbye, Mrs. Marjorie. Mike, it's just plain Marjorie. But you've got a husband. That makes you Mrs. Marjorie. Well, I'll still be Marjorie to you. Goodbye, unky. Sata, my dear. What do we do now, Mr. Gildersleeve? Well, it's quite a while until dinner, and I'm out of cigars. Why don't we drop by Mr. Peavey's and then join Leroy for a sled ride? Okay. Shall we go back and help Bertie taste the turkey before we go? Well, I guess we could take a little sliver where it won't show. Mr. Gildersleeve? What can I do for you today? I need some cigars, Peavey. I took a chance on you being open today. Well, I'm closing in a little while. Your usual brand? Yeah, that's right. Peavey? Aren't you going to say hello to Mike? Is he here? Yeah. Well, I didn't see you down there below the counter. Hello, Mikey. Hello, Mr. Peavey. Here, Mike. Let me lift you up on one of these stools. I can climb up. He's having Thanksgiving dinner with us, Peavey. Oh, you don't say. You care to have a soda on the house, Mike? No, I guess it's probably difficult. He didn't give me a chance to answer. Yeah, you'd better save up. We have a big dinner to take care of. There aren't many people eating with Mr. Gildersleeve and me. Well, Marjorie and Bronco are going to the game over in Center City, Peavey. Well, if it was 40 years ago, I'd go out there and sit in the snow myself. Mr. Gildersleeve, can I whisper something? You out? Excuse us, Peavey. Yeah, well... What is it? Why don't we ask Mr. Peavey over for dinner? That's a nice thought. I'm sure his dinner's all planned, but why don't you ask him? Okay. Mr. Peavey? Oh, am I included now? Yes. Would you like to come over and help us eat our turkey? Well, I'll be eating at home, Mike, but thank you just the same. That's all right. I thought you might be lonesome. You like Mr. Peavey has a wife at home? He doesn't get lonesome. Oh, no, I wouldn't say that. Last Thanksgiving, I would have taken you up on the invitation. Oh? It just happened that I was alone. We'd planned on having a turkey, but Mrs. Peavey went to visit her mother instead. Wish she'd visit her mother again this year. I think. So you'd be lonesome enough to eat with us. Peavey, Mike is bound and determined to fill every place at the table. Hey, isn't that Mr. Bullard parking the big car out front? Yes, it is. He's coming in here. He's still alone. Why don't we give him another chance to eat with us? No, Mike. Maybe he wants to be coaxed. I do sometimes. I even get under the bed and won't come out. Well, all right. Just for you, Mike, I'll ask him once more. How do you do, Peavey? Hello, Mr. Bullard. Hello, Mike. Hello. Hello, Mr. Bullard. Oh, hello. What a cold fish. Go ahead, Mr. Gildersleeve, ask him. Ask me what? Well, Mr. Bullard, if you'd care to reconsider, the invitation to dinner is still good. Thank you, Gildersleeve, but I have plans of my own. Well, we'd love to have you come to our house. Gildersleeve, stop nagging at me to come to your house. You all right. You have your dinner, and I'll have my party at the club. Oh, Peavey, I want five pounds of your best after-dinner mint. Man, man. Five pounds? You must be having a big party. Yes, yes, I am. Thanksgiving is a day to gather your friends around you. And although I may not be considered popular by one of my neighbors, I have many friends. Peavey, make that ten pounds of mint. Ten pounds? I'm glad I opened up today. Stop it, shirt. Must be inviting his whole club. How much will that be, Peavey? Well, it comes to $7, but of course it's a lot of mint. You must not be having anything for dinner but mints. Shh, Mike. There you are, Peavey. These mints should be the crowning touch and my friends and I enjoy a hearty meal. We're having biches soirs, a tossed green salad with anchovies, roast peasant, golden peasant, wild rice, of course, candied yams, and for dessert, flaming plum pudding. Sounds mighty good. Mr. Gildersleeve, maybe he'd invite us to his dinner. Right, come with me. We have to pick up Leroy. Thanks for picking me up, honk. Well, it'll soon be time for turkey. Boy, did I work up an appetite sliding on the hill? I'm hungry, too. Me, too. Three of us will have a fine time. Isn't Mr. Bullard coming? No, Bullard's invited a lot of people out to his club for a fancy dinner. Busy swabs. Leroy, it was nice of you to take me down on the hill, on your sled. That's okay, forget it. I like you, Leroy. You? Why? I don't know. I guess it's like Mrs. Foster says. She says little boys always want to be like big boys. Well, I... I am getting pretty big, I guess. Mike, someday you'll be as big as Leroy. I don't know if I'll ever get that big. You know, Mike, I sort of like you, too. Thank you. Hey, we're coming close to where I live. Yeah, that's your home, my boy. Hey, honk, stop the car. Well, you all right? Why are we stopping here? I haven't had dinner yet. Yes, Leroy, why are we stopping? Honk, could we get some more little kids like Mike and take them home to dinner? Leroy, that's a wonderful idea. Oh, boy. Leroy, can I go in and see who's there? Sure. Caddy young. You bet. Run on in, Mike, and round up a car full. We'll wait. Oh, boy, I... What a fine little fellow. Yeah, he's okay. In Leroy. Yeah? There's another fine fellow sitting right next to me. Oh, heck. Gosh. Gee, don't guess the way to have Thanksgiving. Yes, sir. Invite people to dinner who'll appreciate it. To heck with bored. Let him have his beginner's, all his fine friends. Hey, Mr. Gildersleeve, Leroy. Yeah, I didn't expect you back so soon, Mike. We're all kids, Mike. They've all gone out. They have. Do you know who's sitting in there with no place to go? Who? Mr. Bullard. Mr. Bullard. Come on out. Imagine that. Hello, Mr. Bullard. Oh, hello, Gildersleeve, Leroy. Hi. Mr. Bullard, you're the last man I expected to see here. Oh, well, I thought I'd come over and take some of the children to dinner. You're not the only one who can entertain friends. Well, good day. I think I'll take my mince and go home. Wait a minute, Mr. Bullard. I thought you were going to have a big party at your club. Well, I intended to, Gildersleeve, but a lot of pushy people like you have taken all the children. Well, we didn't get our share. There's room for one more. You mean... Yeah, how many times do we have to ask you? Well, Mr. Bullard, I'll get in the back seat with you. All right, all right. Thank you, Leroy. Right, George Bullard, this is a fine idea. I'm so glad you're going to be with us. Thank you, Gildersleeve. Don't cry, Mr. Bullard. You have more friends than you thought you had. Yes, sir. 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