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Home sweet home. I love that picture. My mother in Salinas has one over the mantle. Play something else, Floyd. The Chief's getting sentimental. Okay, let me see. That's fine, Floyd. Oh, it certainly is, Floyd. Oh, my goodness. What's the matter with the judge? Perhaps it'd sound better, Floyd, if you'd pull out all the stock. Well, I ain't a bad ol' organ, Judge. Thank you. It hasn't been played for quite a while. There are a few cracks in the bellows. Uh, if the air's escaping, Floyd, try pumping your feet a little faster. Uh-uh. You're gonna sing any songs. I better save my legs. Hey, what's that? It's my doorbell, Floyd. Yeah, I thought we was raided. Yeah, that must be Pee-Vee. Hi, Pee-Vee. Hello, Mr. Pee-Vee. Pee-Vee? We were just about to sing a song. There is. You're covering in the time. Yeah, my goodness. Well, now, Pee-Vee, I have a lot of good music. Yeah, why don't we try one of these antiques here on the organ? Yeah, let's see what the judge has here. Uh, your bird in the gilded cage. Cubanola glide. Alma, where do you live? How about this one? I picked a lemon in your garden of love. That was a hit song in 1906. I didn't know they had lemons in 1906. Yes, they did. I used to go with one. Say, fellas, here's a dandy. My wife's gone to the country hurrah hurrah, 1909. Let's take this one. We all know it. Yeah, that has a solo line for me. All together now, gang. Hit it. By the line, by the line. It was nothing, Commissioner. Well, if I do say so myself, the acoustics are excellent here in my park. Yeah, music always sounds better in a musty room. Lloyd? Huh? Well, I do the best I can. Since I don't have my housekeeper now, it's a chore to keep things spick and spank. I think it looks mighty nice, Judge. I've never seen your pussy willers over the fireplace look better. Thank you, Chief. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go brew some tea. You're a good idea, Judge. Forgive what I said, Judge. You're a swell housekeeper. That's all right. Any a crummy housekeeper? Well, he didn't have to tell himself, Lloyd. Judge's house wouldn't look bad at all if he'd get some of the junk out of here. He's had those old cattails behind that picture for 20 years. Well, cattails I can stand, but them peacock feathers in the umbrella stand ought to go. Well, the place could stand to spring cleaning. Things accumulate over the years. Yeah, I'll say. Last week when me and Lovey was cleaning, we threw away a truckload of stuff. Well, the judge doesn't have anybody around to help. Say, why don't we jolly boys clean up the judge's house? Us? Sure. He's going out of town tomorrow. We can surprise him. Wait a minute, Commissioner. I just got through renovating the jail. Took me a whole day to lamp black the cell bars. Oh, come on, fellas. Now what do you say? He'll be a jolly boy's good deed. I wish you'd sorted these good dudes last week when Mrs. Peavey and I were cleaning. We ought to do it for the judge. He's lived it so long, he doesn't realize how cluttered his house is. Remember our slogan now? All for one and one for all. Well, I'm game. I'll donate half a day from the barbershop. You're a slide. It'll be worth it to get rid of all this underbrush he's collected. What do you say, Chief? Mm-hmm. If everybody's for it, I'll help. Well, Mrs. Peavey always likes a chance to tend to jolly store it. Yeah, okay. It's a deal. But don't say anything to the judge. Let's keep it a secret. Here comes the tea. What are you gentlemen huddling about? Oh, nothing, Judge. Yeah, we're just deciding on another song. Yeah, that's right. Yes, indeed. But how about Goodbye Pussy Willows Goodbye? That was a fine breakfast, Bertie. Thank you, Mr. Gilsey. Now, where's the scrub pail in the mop? Scrub pail in mop? That's what I asked for in my dream. What's the matter? I can spill your prunes? No, Leroy. The pail in mop, please, Bertie. Yes, sir. And some floor wax, furniture polish, and dusting claws. Yes, sir. And I want the vacuum cleaner, Bertie. Mr. Gilsey, what are you trying to do? Get Bertie's job? No, not exactly, Bertie. That's what he's trying to do, get Bertie's job. What's this all about? It's a secret. It's a secret. What are you up to? No, kitties. Don't get curious. Who's curious about a scrub bucket? Maybe the water commissioner's going to scrub up the office. No, nothing like that. I know. The mayor's transferring on to the street cleaning department. He is not. As a matter of fact, I'm just doing an old friend a favor. Oh? Last night at the Jolly Boys meeting, I had a great idea. We were at the judge's house, and I noticed it's in pretty bad shape, since he doesn't have his housekeeper. So it occurred to me that while he's out of town today, there'd be a nice gesture if the Jolly Boys pitched in and cleaned house for him. I thought of it. Yeah, we got that impression. Well, I think it's a wonderful idea, Anki. Yeah, I'm always thinking of nice things like that. All the Jolly Boys are meeting here this morning, and then, oops, here they come now. I'll get it! Yeah, I'll get it, Bertie. Hey, that's the judge. I see his car up front. Uh-oh, I have to get rid of him. The judge mustn't know what I'm doing. That is spoil everything. Coming! Yeah, remember, kitties, it's a secret. Mum's the word. Who's talking? Morning, Gilday. Judge, I thought you'd gone to the county seat. I just got by to bring your cigar lighter. You left it on the organ last night. Yeah, oh, thanks, Judge. Well, see you later. Have a nice trip. Gilday, are you trying to rush me off? Yeah, Gilday, I'm expecting some other people. Stop pushing me! Who? Well, some friends of yours. We're going to do you a favor. Even if you aren't supposed to know about it. It's my idea. Oh, a surprise for me? Yeah, a little idea I cooked up with the Jolly Boys. Well, I won't ask what it is. I'll be on my way. You wait a minute, Judge. Aren't you curious? What? We're doing this for you, remember? You might show a little interest. I thought I wasn't supposed to know about it. You're not. Either way, Judge, you still keep your house key under the welcome map. Well, yes. How about those antiques? Will that finish? Take a furniture polish? Of course, Gilday. Why do you ask? You had that as part of my big idea. You what about your rugs, Horace? You take them out and beat them? Or vacuum them? Gilday, what are you up to? You mean you haven't guessed by now? Judge, while you're away, I'm cleaning your house. You? Well, like I say, I'm pulling the Jolly Boys in to help me. I don't want to take all the credit myself. Why, Gilday, old friend, what a splendid thing to do for me. That you, fella, shouldn't give your time. You're glad to do it, Judge. Now, be on your way before the others come. Oh, yes, I better go. Goodbye. You're right. And remember, Judge, this is our secret. You're right. Unky, I thought you weren't going to tell the judge. Well, Marjorie, you whittled it out of me. Yes, yes. Don't tell anybody. It's a secret. Mom's the word. Big deal. That boy. Well, Unky, you were pretty obvious with the judge. Well, my dear. Excuse me? Yes, Bertie. I got it. Well, thank you, Bertie. I'll get it. Yeah, I'll get it, Bertie. What if I wasn't a lobbyist? You're doing something for somebody. You deserve the credit. No use hiding my life under a mop bucket. Hello. Hi, Commiss. This is Floyd. Oh, Floyd, I'm waiting for you. We're due at the judges. I can't leave the barbershop today, Commiss. You can't? I got nine. Farmer Nelson just brought... Oh, my goodness. Oh, Floyd, can't you put them off? I had a buck ahead. Little Floyd, you months and ain't crazy. Sorry I can't be with you, Commiss. Yo, Bert. Have a good time. Yes, yes. Goodbye, Commiss. Goodbye. Look at that, Floyd. Down at his barbershop making money. What a sneaky way to get out of cleaning house. Oh, Mr. Gillespie, what can I do for you this morning? What can you do? Phoebe, don't look so innocent. Last night, you promised to help me clean the judge's house. Uh-oh, yes, yes. Well, I'm afraid you'll have to count me out, Mr. Gillespie. Phoebe, not you, too. That's the way it looks. Well, I thought Mrs. Phoebe wanted to run the store. Yes, but this is her day to run their garden club. Phoebe, which is more important, the garden club or cleaning the judge's house. I'd hate to put that to vote before the garden club. Yeah, all right, Phoebe. If that's the final word. That's the final word, Mr. Gillespie. I heard it this morning before I left home. Well, here comes the chief. He'll help me. Good morning, Phoebe. Oh, chief. Hello, commissioner. I was just by your house, and they told me I'd find you at the drugstore. Well, chief, are you ready? Ha, ha, you bet I am. I'm letting a deputy prepare lunch for the prisoners, so I'm free. You're true blue chief. Of course, we'll have to do this job alone. Uh, we will. Phoebe and Floyd won't help us. Fair weather, friends. Well, it isn't as if we wouldn't like to, chief. We ran into complications. Oh, well, in that case, commissioner, perhaps we should clean the judge's house another time. No, I can't do that, chief. I told the judge we were going to clean his house today. How's that? Yeah, I mean, you told the judge? Commissioner, I thought this was to be our little secret. Well, uh, blabbermouth. Oh, Phoebe. On second thought, commissioner, I don't think I can help you today, either. You ask this, chief. Well, my deputy doesn't make a very good stew, the prisoners might complain. Yeah, for that's an excuse and you know it. Yes, I know it. You all right? Back out all of it. You'll be sorry you didn't help me clean the judge's house. Well, now I wouldn't care to add. Whose idea was this, anyway? Great guilders leave returns in a moment. Nothing is quite as eye-appealing on a dinner table as a colorful, tempting salad. 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Plan now to visit your grocer's wonderful big salad carnival and stock up on all the famous craft salad dressings. Let's get back to the great Gilderslee. He had the brilliant idea of getting the Jolly Boys and cleaning Judge Hooker's house on the day the judge was out of town. It was to be a big surprise. But now, guess who's surprised? Yeah, I never dreamed the Jolly Boys wouldn't be able to help me. I have a feeling I put myself on a spot. Still, why should I go over to the judge's house and do all that work myself? Yeah, better lie down on the couch and think this over. Anyway, wouldn't be fair to the others if I went over alone. If I did all the work, I'd get all the credit. It was supposed to be a Jolly Boys project. Ouch! I thought you were going to the judge's house. Well, Marjorie, the plans have changed a little. Oh? P.D. has to stay at the pharmacy. And Floyd has a big rush on at the barbershop. And the chief says he has to be at the jail. Everybody has an excuse. What's your excuse? Well, I'll think of something everybody else has. Well, I don't see how you can refuse to go through with it now, Uncle. Well, why not? Well, it was supposed to be a secret. But you had to tell the judge. Now you can't back out. Guess not. Blabbermouth. What? Nothing. Boob. Stoop. Pigeon. Uncle, you can't just sit there calling yourself names. You've got to keep your promise. Well, if you don't, the judge will be disappointed in you. It might even break up your friendship. Well, that might teach me a lesson. Oh, I'd hate to see anything come between you and Judge Hooker. Oh, I don't think it'll come to that. Maybe the judge thought I was kidding this morning. After all, Marjorie, it is a pretty silly idea. A bunch of grown men going over and cleaning a house. Sure, I'll bet the judge has forgotten all about it. Miss Gelfleave. Yes, Bertie? Here's a package somebody sent you. Me? What an interesting-looking box. Open it, Anki. Yeah, you'll be sending me a package. What is it? It's a box of cigars. My favorite brand. Ain't that something? Here's the card, Anki. Yes, let's see. Do my thoughtful friends with a thousand thanks for his hooker. Oh, he hasn't forgotten, Anki. You were the heck of a time to remember. No, I've got to clean his confounded house. I'll take the buckets of Leroy. You bring them up. Okay. Marjorie, come over and help me a claim. This is women's work. Yeah, Marjorie has the twins to look after my boy. Well, I can't like go home and look after the twins and send Marjorie over. They like me. I make them laugh when I wiggle my ears. They probably miss me right now. No, Leroy, I need you here. What about Bertie? Well, Bertie has your choice to do at home. Besides, she just cleaned our house. Can't ask her to clean another one. Hey, maybe the judge's key isn't under the mat. Yeah, no such luck. Maybe it's the wrong key. Maybe it'll jam the lock. Maybe it can't work it. Step in, Leroy. Now, we'll start. Let me see, where will we start? You know, not in the parlor. Wussy Willows, Cattails, who saved a hard job for the last. Awe, I'm not too interested in doing this. You are? I can't clean house. I'm just a little kid. Leroy, I wasn't going to mention this until we'd finished the job. But I plan to give you 50 cents for helping. 50 cents? Oh, boy, I'm the best little house cleaner you ever saw. That's the spirit, my boy. Let's begin with the judge's study. See, stacks of them. And this is only one room. You're right, Leroy, 75 cents. Scrubbing kitchen floor. You water commissioner with housemaid's knee. Yes, Leroy. Maybe I shouldn't have hauled the ashes out through the kitchen. For some reason, we don't seem to be making much progress. You take all those papers outside. Yeah, and I found this can of paint in the garage, young. Maybe I could touch up some of the scratches on the pantry door. Well, it wouldn't hurt. Oh, boy, I like your paint. Look it on. Yes, Leroy. That isn't the way to handle a brush. Let me show you the stroke. Yeah, but, gosh. Painting is ticklish business. Yeah, don't be afraid of it. You have to get some paint on the brush, like this. All over the floor. Oh, brother. Now you've got to scrub the floor again. I have a better idea. This is Mr. Gilder's lead. Uh-oh. Perfectly, Leroy. Sure. It's smoking. But when I finish this rug, I'm through. I'm through. Oh, I'm pushed. The potter rug looks nice, Bertie. Thank you, sir. Them old cap tails sure did shed. Good riddance. I left them up on the ash can. I'll put the peacock feathers and stuff. Good boy. How does this table look, Bertie? Well, it looks as though it could have a little more help, old grease there. I said I was going to get. Gosh. House looks pretty good. Yeah, the old judge will like what we did. And, Bertie, I'm going to reward you with a five-dollar box of candy. Thank you, Mr. Gilder's lead, but anybody can look at me until I don't need candy. Well, I thought you'd like that. Of course, I could use the five dollars. Yeah, just as soon as we get home, Bertie, you deserve it. Thank you, sir. Well, heck, don't I deserve more than 75 cents? You bet, my boy. You deserve a dollar. Hey, King. And I deserve a medal. Yes, sir. Anybody home? Uh-huh, Mr. Munson. Hi, Leroy. Kamish. Oh, Bertie. Good evening, Delba. Lloyd. And Pee-Vee. No, no, no, Mr. Gilder's name. Thought we'd not buy him. See if we could be of any help. You're a little late, Pee-Vee. Hey, the place looks different. Don't it, Pee? My, yeah. Well, it's sure. We've worked here all day. Yeah, Bertie. Fluff up the judge's Chicago World's Fair Pillow. Yes, sir. When the judge comes home, he's going to think he's in the wrong house. Yeah, could be, Bertie. Yes, sir. Mr. Gill sleep throughout the cattails, the pussy-willers, and the peacock feathers. And now the judge is going to think he's in the wrong house. Yes. When the judge walks in his study and sees all them newspapers and magazines gone, he's going to think he's in the wrong house. Yeah, that's about right, Bertie. Mr. Gill, Steve, you know what the judge is going to think when he sees all that stuff now? Yes, Bertie. That's right. I think Bertie's got something there. He cost me a little money. It was a lot of work, but by George, it was worth it. I'll sleep like a baby tonight. It makes me tired just to look at all you've done. Well, now the judge's place wasn't really dirty. He just had it all cluttered up. Hey, it's the judge. My. What a shiny kitchen I have. You come on in, judge, and take a look. Well, B.V. Floyd. Hi, judge. And gilded. How can I thank you, old friend? How beautiful my parlor is. Yeah, I'm glad you, judge. What do you got there? Let's see. The pussy willows go here. Got tails here. Peacock feathers in the umbrella stand and the milkweed pods atop the organ. Is he kidding? Judge, where'd you find all those things? Out back. Apparently you forgot to bring them in after you cleaned. Good judge. Now, will you gentlemen help me carry in my papers and periodicals? They're out for the ash can. Yofer, yo goat, why'd you bring the cans in, too? Great gilded sleeve will be right back. Now that spring is here and summer is coming on, you'll probably be serving potato salad often again. And for the best potato salad you ever tasted, be sure you make it with Miracle Whip salad dressing. Miracle Whip will give your potato salad a wonderful, lively, teasing flavor a just exactly right taste your folks like millions will go for. Miracle Whip tastes so good it's become the most popular salad dressing ever created. Get a jar soon, won't you? Make your salads taste better than ever with America's favorite salad dressing, the one and only Miracle Whip. This is Gilded Sleeve again. Just thought I'd mention that all the folks in Summerfield are working very hard in the civil defense program. 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