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Oh, hello, Bertie. You know where he is? Oh, yeah, but he's in a jam session. Again? Yes, the man he got home from school, he grabbed his drum sticks, two of my pie tins, and headed for across the street. Over at Bam's house, huh? Yes, in a jam session. Oh, my goodness. Yeah, I'll bet Leroy hasn't even done his chores. No, so he just grabbed his drum sticks, the pie tin, and lit out for the jam session. Probably hasn't given one thought to his homework. No, so just grabbed the drum sticks and the pie tins and lit out for the jam session. He's apparently forgotten to come home for dinner. Well, Leroy says, when you catch the beat, you forget everything. You're gone. All right, George, I'll have to do something to bring Leroy down to earth. He sure is in the clouds when he's with that little Miss Babs. Yeah, I know, Bertie. When she sits down at the piano and starts ladding them keys and fluttering them eyelids, that boy's gone. He's gone. I mean, gone. Well, Bertie, I'm gone, too. You are? After Leroy. Babs is a pretty little girl. But I don't call a halt to this bebop business. First thing I know, Leroy will be wearing a beret and a goatee. Listen to that. It sounds like somebody threw a music box into a cement mixer. Well, I'll take care of this. Oh, for they can't even hear the doorbell. Imagine the nephew of a man who sent his daughter to the Metropolitan Opera making noises like that. Hello, Babs. I take it Leroy's here. Uh-huh. We're having a dreamy session. Come on in. Well, it's just about time for Leroy's session of the roast beef. Hi, I'm Leroy. It's time for dinner. Man, I think you should be doing that to such a good piano. Yeah, well, some of the time. Come on. Track 29 got my fare. And just a trifle, and you know the Tennessee is not very far. Dig it. Oh, yeah. Yes. Very good, Babs. Thank you, Mr. Gillesleaf. I've really worked hard to make good. Oh. I spend most of my time training for my career. Yeah, me, too. Your careers? I'm going to be a singing star, and Leroy's going to be my drummer. Yeah. We have to go. Let's not forget our little duties and sharks. There's the homework. Oh, Mr. Gillesleaf, that's something I have to think about. I'm going to be the best skin man in the business. Oh. Leroy, you're going to hit the road right now. Young man, pick up your sticks and beat it across the street. Stove or corn, say. I know what's gotten into Leroy. He took his drumsticks to bed with it. Breeding time on the bed posts. Wish I'd known that's what it was before I got up in the middle of the night to see it was not in the door. Oh, well, it's the Babs influence. Say, Peavey has kites in the window. Hello, Peavey. Yeah, hello, Mr. Gillesleaf. What can I do for you this morning? Peavey, I see you've changed your window display. Yeah, the window's breaking up, so I took out the hot water bottles and put in kites. Now all you need to push sales is a big win. Care to volunteer, Mr. Gillesleaf? All right, Peavey. Leroy was in this morning for some adhesive tape. Adhesive tape? Seems he got a brister from twirling his drumsticks. That boy. I have a little problem there, Peavey. You don't change. Babs has him spending too much of his time in jam sessions. Leroy's even talking about going on the road, making a career. My, my. Peavey, I don't like the idea of the boy ending up a grasshopper with a snare drum. I doubt if a grasshopper could do what Leroy did here the other day. Oh? He lined up a row of water glasses and tapped out quite a tune. Reminded me of a fellow who used to come in the store and sit all day drinking cherry phosphates and playing the sweet potato. That was an ocarina, Peavey. That's what they squares cause. Yes, yes, yes. He figured he was going to set the world on fire with that sweet potato. Yeah, what's he doing now? I think he's digging them in Oklahoma. Yeah, I don't doubt it. I wish I had convinced Leroy he's wasting his time. Yeah, Babs is a pretty little girl. I know that. You'll have to admit she's a little flighty. Now, if I were Leroy, I'd pick some girl a little more serious minor. Well, I would. You take little Clara Pettibone, for instance. She comes from a cultural type family. Yes, she does. Mrs. Pettibone always had her picture on Mrs. Addie Page. And Clara likes Leroy. She always sends him a Valentine. And she invited him to her cello recital at the women's club last month. Leroy wouldn't go. No, I don't blame him. Now, Peavey, that's exactly what Leroy needs. Exposure to the finer things. As the twig is bent, so grows the tree. Yeah, you just have to be sure you're bending the twig in the right direction. Well, I know what's best for Leroy. By George, I'm going to maneuver it, so Leroy spends more time with Clara Pettibone. Now, it's not too easy to pick someone else's friends for them. Well, once Leroy has had a chance to compare the two girls, I'm sure he'll choose wisely the way I've always done. I've been pretty smart about picking my feminine companions. No, I wouldn't say that. Gosh, uncle's nice of you to pick me up after school. Happy to do it, my boy. Where are we going? Well, I have to run by Mrs. Pettibone to see about her water bit. Do I have to go? I'm supposed to meet Babs. Oh, Babs can wait, Leroy. Come along. Do I have to go in? You want to sit out here alone and be unsociable? Yes, I do. But Mrs. Pettibone hasn't seen you for a long time. She never sees me anyway. She has her nose so high in the air. Leroy, out of the car. Okay, gosh. And brush the hair out of your eyes and shake the dust off your blue jeans. Just to watch you and Mrs. Pettibone haggle over a water bill? Who knows? You might see little Clara. Though for corn's sake. Leroy, Clara is a very attractive young lady. Yeah, but she's such a king-sized square. What's that? Who's moaning? Well, sounds like music to me. That's music? It's probably little Clara practicing one of the classics on her cello. I hate to ring the doorbell and interrupt that music. Ran it! Let's get this over with! Yeah, listen to that. Even Mrs. Pettibone's door chimes have class. Well, hello Clara. Good afternoon, Mr. Gildesleeve. Hello, Leroy. Hi. Won't you come in? Yeah, thank you. But we can't stay long. No, we can't. I just wanted to see your mother about the water bill. But when you phoned, I told you mother wouldn't be home all afternoon. Oh, is that what you said? I guess I didn't get the message straight. Well, you're straight now. Let's go. Mrs. Leroy has to go. I was just practicing on my cello. Yeah, I have to go. Well, you don't have to rush off, my boy. You can stay a while. Why don't you, Leroy? Well, things to do at home. Oh, Leroy, what have you to do that's so important? Oh, I got to walk the dog, water the dog, feed the dog. Oh, my goodness. I don't think Leroy likes me, Mr. Gildesleeve. Leroy, of course he does. Don't you, Leroy? Sure. But he never comes to my parties and he didn't come to my recital. Oh, gosh. I don't think Leroy's very fond of the cello. You know, it isn't that Clara. Leroy's just a little shy. He has to be pushed. I think I'm being shoved. If you'll stay a while, Leroy, we can play some records. Yeah, who you got, Stan Kenton? No, but I have something very exciting by Stravinsky. Oh, brother. Well, I... Yeah, perhaps we'd better go, Clara, and let you get back to your cello practice. But why don't you come over and see Leroy Saturday afternoon? Saturday? Well... Wouldn't you like, Clara, to come over Saturday Leroy? Yeah, sure. Good. Then it's all set. I'm sorry, Mr. Gildesleeve, but I usually practice Saturday afternoon. Yeah? Too bad, Clara. Some other time, huh, Clara? Well, wait a minute. Clara, why can't you come and bring your cello? I could do that. Oh, I've been framed! 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Uncle fights her and I'll be stuck with her all afternoon. It isn't as bad as he makes it sound, Bertie. Little Clara is just like her mother. Yes, sir. And you know how she's respected. Everybody in town takes off his hat to Mrs. Pettibo. Made better or she'd knock it off with her parasol. Leroy, you don't realize what a nice thing I'm doing for you. What's this? Uncle, you know you'd never spend an afternoon listening to some girl saw away on the cello. My boy, when I was growing up, I didn't have an opportunity. Some guys have all the luck. And I've regretted it. My musical knowledge consists pretty much of singing with the Jolly Boys. Ah, it's a whole afternoon with Clara. What do we talk about? Talk about symphonies. I don't know anything about symphonies. Well, if you run out of things to talk about, ask Clara to play the cello. I'll make her something to talk about. Really, Leroy, you'll come out of this experience a much richer person. You mean you're going to pay me? No. Now, let's not discuss it any further. You just see that Clara has a pleasant afternoon. And if it'll make you feel any better, I'll sit around with you. Now, that's fair, isn't it, Bertie? Yes, sir. Mr. Gussley, you sure have changed. You know what I say? Oh, while back you were singing barbie shop with the Jolly Boys, now you go long hair. Yeah, maybe I have. Yes, sir, while back Mr. Gussley was strictly barbie shop, nice long hair. Yeah, all right, Bertie. Mr. Gussley, you know where you're going? Yes, Bertie. That's right, instead of barbie shop, you're gone long. Bertie, the parlor looks nice. Thank you, sir. Did you dust off the piano keys? I thought a little clapped pettibone played one of them big fiddles. Eh, cello, Bertie. She might want to tune it with the piano. Yes, sir. And are all the little refreshments ready? Yes, I have cocoa and ladyfinger sandwiches. Yeah, ladyfinger sandwiches sound just about right. I want to run this off like a regular music cow. Oh, yes, sir. I'm doing my best to make everything stuffy. Well, Bertie, either way, Clara's due any minute. Where's Leroy? I've seen him since he put on his blue suit, and he sure looked blue. Well, blue or not, I'm glad he's dressed up. I want Clara to take home a nice impression of Mrs. Pettibone. Yes, sir. Where is that boy? Leroy. Leroy. Let me try. Bertie. That didn't get any in here. I wonder if that boy is taking his drumsticks over to Bab's house. Not his drumsticks right here on the piano. Say, isn't that the Pettibone limousine pulling up in front of the house? Yes, sir. And look at that chauffeur. Hey, you son of a... Yeah. I wonder if he gets that big car on his night off. Bertie, let's not speculate. No, sir. You go bring in the cellar, will you, Bertie? While I put on my coat? Yes. Yeah, I guess I'll have to entertain Clara, and the Leroy shows up. That boy. Oh, hello, Mr. Gilleslees. Clara, come right in. Thank you. Why, you look very pretty this afternoon. Nice bow you have in your hair. Oh, mother likes me to wear them. Well, mother's no best. Especially Mrs. Pettibone. Where do you want the cellar, Mrs. Pettibone? Well... Just put it over there by the piano bridge. Yes, sir. Come into the parlor, Clara. Thank you. Where's Leroy? Leroy doesn't seem to be around at the moment. Shall we sit down and talk until he comes? Oh, I'm delighted to sit down and relax. I've been working with Grieg all morning. Oh, is he your cellar professor? Grieg, sonata, Mr. Gilleslees. Oh, him. Very talented sonata man. Who worries that boy? He happens to be mother's favorite, but I personally prefer Tchaikovsky. I think his symphony pathetique is divine. Oh, me too. He did a good job on a symphony pathetique on that one. And Clara, I want to compliment you on your musical ability. It's quite an accomplishment a young girl like you playing a big instrument like the cello. You're nice to say that, Mr. Gilleslees, but I feel so inferior when I think of Wolfgang Mozart. Well, don't we all? Imagine composing at the age of four. Yeah, future learner at school at that age. And can you imagine touring in clavichord recitals at seven? Well, old Mozart didn't let any grass grow under his feet. Yeah, I'll have to remind Leroy of Mozart. He would like it in my hands on that boy. Tell me frankly, Mr. Gilleslees, does Mozart's dissolve or flirted do anything for you? You for me? Well, the way I feel about that, I, excuse me. Birdie! Have you seen anything of Leroy? Not for me, Schultz! Don't worry about me, Mr. Gilleslees. I'm enjoying myself. Oh, so am I. I just hate for Leroy to miss this. Oh, Mr. Gilleslees, tell me about yourself. I imagine you've had a simply fascinating musical background. Well, like you said, Mozart makes me feel like pretty small potatoes. Why don't you play something on the cello? Here, I'll open the case for you. I suppose I may as well. Mother said I simply had to practice another two hours today. Well, now's a good time to do it. There, there you are. Thank you. This cello is quite an instrument. Nice tone. This is an exercise, Mother says, I simply have to master. I hope you won't consider it dull. Oh, no. I wonder if I'm right in forcing this on Leroy. Oh, yes, Birdie? Can I see you now? Yeah, go right ahead, Clara, while I see what Birdie wants. Yes, Birdie? You ready for the Ladyfingers? Oh, not yet, Birdie. Okay, it's all using trouble. Just trying to help you out. Yeah, just a minute, Birdie. You go listen to the cello. I'm going out and find Leroy. Now, why didn't I stay in that kitchen? I just had to get out of the house. I don't blame Leroy too much for not showing up, but I've got to find him. He wasn't at bad's place. Yeah, I'll try Peavey's. Hello, Peavey. Peavey, have you seen anything of Leroy this afternoon? Yes, he was in here just a little while ago. He was? Which way did he go? He went that way. Oh, my goodness. Peavey, this is important. Did he say where he was going? No, he and Babs had their faces stuck in a soda. Oh, so Babs is with him. Peavey, he's supposed to be home this afternoon. Little Clara Pettibone came over and brought her cello. You're doing okay. Leroy shouldn't do a thing like this. How can I explain this to Mrs. Pettibone? She'll be offended. Yes, I suspect you will. And that poor Clara. She'll be embarrassed, having Leroy ignore her and go off with some other girl. And I've got to find that boy. Yes, you can't help feeling sorry for Clara. Yes, she seems to have nothing in common with children her own age. And she's too intelligent to talk to adults. Excuse me while I answer the phone. Go ahead, I have to be on my way anyway. Peavey, try my thing. Yeah? Oh, just a minute. Mr. Goldifine. What? It's for you, Bertie. Oh? Yes, Bertie? Mr. Gilles, leave Leroy's home. Well, fine. I'm not so sure. Babs is with him. Uh-oh. She's at the piano and Leroy's got his drumsticks, using Mrs. Pettibone's cello for a snare drum. What's Clara doing? She ain't fainted yet, but I'm standing by. Well, hold the fort, Bertie. I'll be right home. Oh, I found it. I invite Clara over and Leroy and Babs start a jam session. Who's adding insult to injury? When Clara tells her mother about this, Mrs. Pettibone will have me run out of town. Oh, just listen to that. Sounds like a bunch of Indians on the warpath. Well, I'll put a stop to this. Is that you, Mr. Gilles? Yes, Bertie. I'll take charge now. That Miss Clara's already taking charge. What? Come on in and watch that girl slap that cello. Slap the cello? Hey, not bad. No, sir. No, no, you go right ahead. Bertie, it's not the kind of storm I thought it was going to be. No, sir. They're all getting along fine. Yeah. What a crazy way to make friends. The Great Gilles Leave will be right back. Next time you're shopping, pick up a pound of craft's new Parquet Margarine. On the package, you'll see a truly remarkable offer, a chance to get famous powers model nylon stockings at half price. They're 51 gauge, 15 denier nylons, and guaranteed first quality. And you can get them for just 75 cents with a yellow end flap from a Parquet package. Get Parquet tomorrow, craft's delicious new margarine that spreads smoothly even when ice cold. Mr. Gilles Leave, that was a fine musical. Yes, Bertie. The kids had a good time. And Leroy didn't seem to mind at all getting back to his homework. Yes, sir, after they blew up that storm, I guess they were ready for a little calm weather. Well, I'm not going to worry anymore about Leroy. Yeah, I think I'll let him sit up tomorrow night and listen to the Academy Awards broadcast on NBC. Yes, sir. Didn't that little Claire Petterbone have fun today? Claire had the time of her life. But I wonder how her mother took it. Mrs. Petterbone's been very careful about Claire's musical education. Yes, sir. Yeah, I think I'll phone and see if I can smooth out the situation. Yes, sir. Yeah, I really should apologize to Mrs. Petterbone anyway. Because it happened at my house. And I'll bet that old biddy has read the riot act to poor little Claire. Claire, this is Mr. Gilles Leave. Oh, yes, Mr. Gilles Leave. Is that your cello I hear? Yes, it is. Well, how can you answer the phone and play boogie on the cello at the same time? Oh, that's mother. Mrs. Petterbone slapping the cello? I just taught her how. She thinks it's real bad. Oh my goodness. The Great Gilles Leave is played by Willard Waterman. The show is written by John Elliott and Andy White who is partially transcribed. Included in the cast are Walter Tetley, Lillian Randolph, Barbara Whiteing, Anne Whitfield, and Dick LeGrand. Musical compositions by Jack Meakin. This is John Easton saying goodnight for the Kraft Foods Company, makers of the famous line of Kraft quality food products. 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