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Now Kraft has found a way to give you the Kraft Grated with a fuller, more satisfying cheddar cheese flavor that combines perfectly with the fluffy tender macaroni. You're bound to get compliments on the macaroni and cheese you cook the seven minute way with Kraft Dinner. Try it tomorrow. Let's join our old friend Gildersleeve. Several days have passed since his attempt to introduce Judge Hooker's lady friend Dolores Del Ray to Summerfield Society, a party which ended somewhat unpleasantly for both guests and hosts. Three days later Gildersleeve is still trying to patch up the damage. Right now, for instance, we find him stepping into the barber shop to square things with Floyd Muncie. Oh, hello there. Hello, Floyd. Nice day, isn't it? Nothing extra? No, I guess you're right. Thought I might just have a haircut. Haircut? What for? I cut your hair last week. Day before the big blowout. Blowout? It was more of a washout. I wouldn't argue with you. I'm sorry about the whole thing, Floyd. If I said anything that night that seemed unfriendly, I want to apologize. Wasn't anything unfriendly, Commissioner? You just threw me out of your house. Well, I apologize. That's okay. No, it's not. How could I have done such a thing? Throw a guest out of my house. On a cold night, too. You don't know the half of it. When I got to my house, the wife wouldn't let me in. No? Where'd you sleep, Floyd? Busted in the cellar door and slept on the sofa in the living room. That generally softens her up, but not this time. When she came down in the morning, she was still wound up like a cuckoo clock. She'd never given that party. We never should have went. It's always the same thing. Every time, she thinks I got my eye on some dame. But I ask you, Mr. Gilda Sleep, did I get out of line in any way, shape, manner or form? Not that I noticed. There's only one way I can figure it. She reads my mind. Say, you know, that Miss Del Ray is quite a dish, if you know my saying so. Miss Del Ray is nothing to me, Floyd. No. I was simply trying to help the lady get her dancing school started. And she walks right out of my party and goes off with Hooker. That's gratitude. Well, she can have the old goat. Although what she sees it in, I can't imagine. Maybe the judge is more of a man than we've been figuring. I'm not interested in that question either, Floyd. Okay. Yeah, you didn't really want a haircut, did you, Commissioner? No, that was just a... I can wait. Hot towel, massage? No, thank you. I ought to be getting home, Floyd. My niece has been a little under the weather lately. I must remember to stop the drugstore on the way. Better be going. I just wanted to square things up a little, Floyd. Consider them square, Mr. Gilda Sleep. These things happen, that's all. Drop in any time. Yeah, thanks. I will, Floyd. And if you should run into the senior eater, give her a hot tamale for me. Oh! That's all over! Well, hello, Mr. Gilda Sleep. What can I do for you this afternoon? I want a thermometer, please, P.V. A thermometer? You want a clinical thermometer or one for the weather? I wanted to take somebody's temperature with. Yeah, that's good. I haven't got the other kind. You running a fever, Mr. Gilda Sleep? No, Mr. P.V. My niece Margeby has had a little something. Streptococcus. The doctor won't let her get up till her temperature's normal. Now, why is precaution? Why is precaution? I suppose so. Now, here's just a ticket. I'd say $1.75. $1.75 for a thermometer? Don found it, P.V. The kids break them all the time. They're not worth it. Well, no, I wouldn't say that. This is a precision instrument tested by seven different people at the factory. Well, I'll bet none of them tried dropping it or sticking it in a baked potato. Leroy did that with the last one. Well, of course. Yeah, never mind, P.V. Just wrap it up. I'll take it. Yes, sir. Mr. Gilda Sleep, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am. We couldn't come to your party Saturday night. Well, you didn't miss a thing, P.V. You were mighty lucky. I wouldn't say that. Mrs. P.V. and I went to a lecture on trees. Trees? How fast they grow, how old they get to be, what the bark is for, and so on. I couldn't seem to get my mind on it. Well, I wish I'd been there. That's funny. All the time I was looking at those lantern slides, I kept wishing I was at your party. I've got an idea that Mr. Leroy must be quite a pippin. Oh, for heaven's sake, P.V. No offense, Mr. Gilda Sleep. The lady is nothing whatever to me. Absolutely nothing. Well, that was my understanding that it was Judge Hooker who had the prior claim. Hooker had no claim at all. I thought he found her. What if he did? She's a woman, not a pocketbook. Yeah. And what's more, this whole question is a matter of great indifference to me. Put the thermometer on my bill, P.V. I've got to go. Yes, sir. He's running more of a fever than he thinks. Oh, much better things. I feel fine. Marge, I brought you something. You did? What? My red rider pistol. You can sleep with it tonight, if you like, under your pillow. Oh, Leroy, that's very sweet of you. You're sure you won't be needing it? No, I've got my hunting knife. I'll sleep with that. Well, that's very gentle. Well, you can keep it even. Go on, keep it. It's yours. Oh, I couldn't do that, Leroy. That'd leave you unarmed. Well, I'll lend it to you then, till you get well. I'll put it here on the table. You can make it if you need it. Unless you'd like to hold it a while. I'll enjoy just having it there where I can look at it. Gosh, I'm sure glad you're feeling better, Marge. Oh, I am much better. You know, I got the thinking. I holler a lot, but... Gosh, if anything was to happen to you, well, I don't know who I'd fight with. You don't need to worry about me. It was pretty bad, huh? What you had? Streptococcus? Yeah. Oh, it's just a sore throat, really. Is that all? Give me back my pistol. I'm only kidding, Marge. We missed you these last few days, Aunt and me. It's not the same just two people eating together. Aunt gets awful quiet. You wouldn't know her. Just sits there, stoking it in. He's been kind of gruesome lately, anyway. You know, I have a feeling he has something on his mind. You and me both. What are you supposed it could be? Well, it isn't business. What do you mean? You remember when he fell for Mrs. Ransom? How he used to go mooning around the house? Yes. You remember when he got all excited about Miss Goodwin there? Couldn't even eat? Yes. Well, here we go again. Oh, no. Oh, no. You missed the party. You didn't get a look at that seniorita. Boy, she's quiet. I think I heard him come in. Gosh, can you imagine what it would be like if he married her? Nothing but Spanish omelet, Spanish rice, Spanish onion. Hush, Leeward. Do you suppose if we talked to him about it, we'd have been to man and ask him to watch his step. Oh, that's the worst thing you could do for heaven's sake. Don't mention it. If we even... Well, what are you two rascals whispering about? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. Hello, Uncle Morton. How's my little princess this evening? No much better. There's nothing to matter with me now. I feel fine. Well, we'll see about that. I hope you're right. I lent her my red writer pistol. Wasn't that nice of me? Uh, fine, my boy. Been having a little Indian trouble around here lately. Did you get a thermometer, Uncle Morton? Yeah, got it right here. I know I haven't any temperature. Well, we'll just see. Shake it down first, dog, and hold on to it. Yeah, and you keep it out of the baked potatoes. Remember, if it's still normal, I can get up for dinner. The doctor said so. We'll see, my dear. Open your mouth. That's it. Under your tongue. Now, keep your mouth closed. Have to wait a couple of minutes. Have a date you have. Do you eat any lunch? No talking. The moment won't work if you keep your mouth open. Or is it? I mean it. That's it. How's your throat? Still sore? No, it feels much better. Keep it closed. Kind of a date you have, LeRoy. Did you distinguish yourself in your studies? And if not, why not? Uh, say, speaking of that, Uncle... Yes? It seems I got my report card today. Well, you did, eh? And what does that report card say, LeRoy? Well, I don't want you to think I didn't try, Uncle. I worked like anything, all month. Honest. LeRoy... I guess some kids are just naturally smarter than others, Uncle. You remember what I told you last month? Yes, sir. You remember what the punishment was to be if your marks didn't improve? She have a heart, Uncle. An understanding is an understanding, LeRoy, and we had an understanding. Yes, sir. Now, where is that report card? It's here. Hmm. Don't go away. Rhythmic A. History A. English A. Geography A. Science. Well, they're all A's. Those are the breaks, kid. That's wonderful. I fooled you that time. By George, you did. Why, that's wonderful. Well, I never got an A in my life. I shouldn't have said that. You don't see many kids get all A's on their report card. Had to work for that. You bet you did. And I just want to say, my boy, that's about the finest... LeRoy. This isn't a forgery. Forgery? Oh, I'm sorry, my boy. I apologize. Just comes a little suddenly, that's all. Marjorie, what do you think of our little LeRoy getting all A's? Oh, my goodness. I forgot all about the thermometer. Here, let me. What does it say? Wait till I look at it. How do you like me getting all A's, Marjorie? Why don't they make these darn things so you can read them? Oh, I hope it's normal. I hope it's normal. I had it there, and then I lost it. Well, turn it on so the light gets on. I've got it. Steady, steady. Ninety-nine. No, no, it's not. It's normal. Hooray! That's right. Marjorie's normal, and LeRoy is super. That's not easy getting all A's, you know it? You bet it's not. I'm very proud of you, my boy. I'll let Marjorie get all A's, you know it? Oh, well. Bye, George, with Marjorie herself again, and LeRoy, practically, by better capper, we're going to have to celebrate this. Huh. Oh, lads, let's have a celebration. Tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to take you two kids to the downtown club tomorrow for lunch. How do you like that? Do they have ice cream there? Any kind you want. Oh, that'll be fun. You've never taken us there, Uncle Mort. We're going tomorrow, because for once in his life, your old uncle is paid up. Gosh, the downtown club. Can Piggie come along? Oh, I think it'd be more fun if we just kept it in the family. Don't you? Yeah, I think so. No stranger. Just the family. Okay. Say, Uncle. Hmm? Speaking of strangers in the family, Marge and I were talking just now. Yeah? Oh, LeRoy. Well, why not? Because. I was got him in a good mood. What's this all about? Well, Marge doesn't think I should say anything, but we were kind of worrying. I mean, well, it's about this Miss Del Ray. What about her? Oh, LeRoy. Well, what about her? Well, what about her? I wouldn't worry about her, my boy. She's nothing but a friend. I'm not even sure she's that after the other evening. Let's let Judge Hooker worry about her, shall we? Gosh, you're not as dumb as you seem. Little LeRoy. Answer the door. Would you, LeRoy? LeRoy. Uh, I guess he's gone to bed. Good evening, Dr. Morton. Eve. Well, this is an unexpected pleasure. Do come in. I can't stay, Dr. Morton, but LeRoy told me Marge's been quite sick. Well, LeRoy's been exaggerating as usual. She's all right. Oh, I'm so glad. I brought her some grape jelly mother put up last summer. Well, now that's one thing your mother was good at. Really, Dr. Morton? All I mean is her jelly is magnificent. Marge, you'll be crazy about it. Come in and sit down, Eve. Take off your coat. Oh, I really mustn't. I want to get home in time to hear the symphony broadcast. Well, listen to it here. I like good music, too, you know. Do you, Dr. Morton? Uh, crazy about it. Here, I'll hang up your coat. Thanks. Yes, there. Now we can sit by the fire, talk, and listen to some nice classical music. Sophie? This chair is quite comfortable, really. Oh. The fire's nice. How was your party the other night? Party? Uh, very pleasant. Too bad you couldn't come. Well, perhaps I can meet Miss Delray, is it? Yeah, that's right. Perhaps I can meet her some other time. Uh, not so sure you'd like her, Eve. Why not? I saw her on the street the other day. She's quite beautiful. Oh, yes. But after all, what's beauty? A thing of the moment that withers and fades. But you, Eve. Just how am I to take that, Dr. Morton? What did I say? Oh, it doesn't matter. Don't get me wrong, Eve. I think you're pretty, too. I think you're beautiful. Only, well, you're not such a physical type. More mental. Oh. I mean, when I'm with you, I don't think of silly things as if you were just a woman. What do you think I am, Dr. Morton? Huh? A woman is a woman. Maybe I've been wrong about you, Eve. Maybe you have. You know, you're really very pretty. Thank you. I like your hair. It smells nice. It's black. I like your eyes, too. Well... Huh? Huh? When I'm with you, there's something about you that stirs me to the very depths. Do you mean that? Do I shove over? Hey, Eve, where are you going? The symphony, Dr. Morton. You've forgotten. I'm the mental type. Oh! Chakowsky, a fine way to spend an evening. Great Geltaslave will be with us again in just a few seconds. Meanwhile, let me pass on the good word about the new craft dinner. This famous macaroni and cheese still cooks in seven minutes. But the new craft dinner gives you a richer, fuller cheese flavor. 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Never has there been a merrier affair or one where the ice cream flowed more freely. All through the meal, the great man has sat there cracking jokes and making puns, beaming upon his attractive niece and urging Leroy to stuff himself in honor of his scholastic triumph. Oh, boy, get him! Oh, Lord, people are looking at you. What do I care? I'm a member here. I can look cross-eyed if I want to. Hey, young, here's Judge Hooker trying to smile with his new teeth. Oh, Leroy. Leroy. That such a thing is carrying a good thing too far, my boy. Now you calm down and finish your ice cream. Young lady's waiting to take your plate. Oh. You had enough? You got any more? Leroy, you've had two orders. I'm hungry. I worked hard this month. Yeah, bring the boy another ice cream. Not every month he gets all A's, is it Leroy? I'll probably get A plus next month. You'll probably get D minus. Marjorie, another helping for you? Oh, no, I couldn't possibly. This is just perfect. It's been such fun, Uncle Marge. All right, George, we must do this more often. Every Saturday. How about it, Uncle? Well, we'll see, my boy. It's been just like a family reunion. Sure. Marge well again. Are you speaking to me again? You mustn't pay any attention to me, my boy. If I get a little preoccupied at times, I mean well, but I have things on my mind sometimes. Business and, uh, so on. Uncle Mort, let's all stick together. Well, certainly, my dear. Of course we'll stick together. The three musketeers. That's us. Yeah, all for one and one for all. And no outsiders. Sure. Leroy is atos and you're porthos. No, no, you're porthos. You're the fat one. Uncle Mort is not fat. He's just large. Well, thank you, my dear. Well, here's your ice cream. Go ahead, Leroy. Hey, Pam, look who just came in. Who? At that table over there. Judge Hooper. He has a lady with him. It's her. It's that Miss Del Ray. Eat your ice cream, Leroy. So that's Miss Del Ray. What did I tell you? Eat your ice cream. Well, the judge sees you, Uncle Mort. He's coming over. What does he want, the old goat? I haven't spoken to him since that evening. Well, well, well, having a little party I see. Good day, Trockmorton. Good day. Marjorie. Leroy. Hello, Judge. Hi. Nice to see you about again, Marjorie. Thank you. Nice to see you too, Trockmorton. Thank you. I'm sorry you're otherwise engaged, Trockmorton. Or I'd ask you to join Miss Del Ray and myself at our table. I've had my lunch and thank you. You might like to know it was Miss Del Ray who suggested it. Miss Del Ray means nothing to me, Judge. Nothing, whatever. And you mean less. Pardon me. Pardon me for intruding. Pardon me for living. I hadn't noticed it. What's the matter, Uncle? What are you so upset about? Eat your confounded ice cream and let's get out of here. I've got to get to the office. 7 from 14 is 7. The one to carry. 8 and 1 is 9. 13 is... Is anything I hate worse than adding, it's subtracting. How Leroy ever got an A. Don't sneak up on me like that, Vessy. You startled me. Yes, sir. A good secretary knocks before she enters. Excuse me. I just wanted to ask you something, but you're busy. I'll come back. Well, you've interrupted me now. Yes, sir. Well, you see, there's a cousin of mine. I mean, he's a sort of cousin. We're not sure. He's a staff sergeant and he's in town now on furlough. So I mean, well, could I take the rest of the afternoon off? Confounded, Vessy. I'll not have the routine of this office upset by staff sergeants. Yes, sir. And that's final. Yes, sir. Let me get back to my work. And by the way, I want you to get me the figures on the cash receipts for 1938, 39, and 40. Yes, sir. 7 from 14 is... Well, Vessy, what is it? Mr. Gildesley, weren't you ever young yourself once? Come here, Vessy. Yes, sir. I didn't mean to be unkind, but work is work, you know. Work is important. How old are you, Vessy? 19. 19. I suppose young men seem pretty important to you right now, don't they? Well, they're awfully scarce. Good ones. Yes, I suppose so. I suppose you think a lot about love and all that. Well, I'm human, Mr. Gildesley. I daresay. You know, Vessy, when you get to be my age, you'll find that things change a lot. You'll discover that love is an illusion, really. It's one of those things that pass. I guess you must have had some bad luck, huh? It's not just that. There comes a time when a man has to face the fact that he'll probably never marry. He'll always be a bachelor, always a little lonely. Then nothing matters to him but work. Work, work, work. Work is man's salvation. You'll discover that when you're my age, Vessy. Yes, sir. But right now I'm 19. All right, Vessy, run along. Run along to your staff, Sergeant. Oh, Mr. Gildesley, thank you. Oh, what was it you wanted me to get the cash receipt? Yeah, for 38, 39, and 40. Never mind. I'll find it myself. Run along. Shall I lock up? Mr. Gildesley? I'll do that, Vessy. Never mind. Goodbye. Goodbye. Have a good time. Have a good time. Don't mind me. Work, probably be here till all hours. Just a cold sandwich and a cup of coffee to keep me going. That's all I need. 2, 3 o'clock in the morning, still working. Maybe she'll pass by on her way home from some gay party and see my light still burning here, working. Oh, well, let's see. Where was I? I have to start over again here. 7, 14 is 7. 7 from 14 is 7. Each time I cling to your kiss, I hear music divine. Oh, nuts, gotta get to work. Work, work, work. Well, I can't go any further till I get those figures for the cash receipts. Where the devil could Vessy have put them. That girl. Well, maybe they're in her file. Getting cold up here. I suppose they turn off all the heat at 6 o'clock. Cash receipts, that's more like it. Here we are, 1938, 39 and 40. Who's that? It is me, Delores. Oh, if you're looking for Judge Hooker's chambers, Miss Delray, they're on the next floor, down the hall. But I'm not looking for Judge Hooker. I'm looking for Water Commissioner Dildar's leave. That is you, no? I'm the commissioner. What can I do for you? I wish to make a complaint, senior commissioner. A very serious complaint. Well, what's the matter? No water? No. No commissioners. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Why have you not come to see me, Mr. Dildar's leave? Well... Are you angry with me? No. Then what is it? Well, the party at my house the other night. Oh, the party was lovely. I enjoyed it. You walked out on it? Oh, did George practically drag me away? I suppose he dragged you to lunch at the downtown club today. He told me I would see you there, and I did see you. But you did not see me. Oh, yes, I did. It was your idea of fun to have lunch with an old crumb-like hooker. Well, go ahead. Have lunch with him every day. Oh, you funny man. Why do you think I came up here? I can't imagine. Oh, foolish. The George is very sweet, but he's very old. Oh? He's like Santa Claus, or my grandfather. I want to talk to someone with a little sparkle in his eyes. Someone with youth and strength and... Zoom. Yeah. Señor, señor, what are you tearing up? The cash receipts were 1938, 39 and 40. Hee-hee! Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very happy to announce that our program next week will originate at the Navy Pier in Chicago, in connection with the Sixth War Lone Drive. I hope you'll all be listening. But you don't have to wait until the end to buy a bond. Hi, chief. Good night, everybody. Craft and buy it soon. We'll see you again next week for the further adventures of The Great Elderly. Until the war is won, you homemakers won't be able to buy all the delicious pabstet cheese food you want because vast quantities of dairy foods are being sent to our fighting fronts. 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