 The Kraft Foods Company presents Harold Perry as the Great Gilder Sleeve. The Great Gilder Sleeve is brought to you by the Kraft Foods Company makers of Par-K Margarine. Millions of women all over America serve Par-K because it tastes so good. Why Par-K tastes like it should cost twice as much. To market, to market, to get some Par-K. Home again, home again, twice a day. You'll like it, you'll love it like millions who say. Par-K Margarine. Par-K Margarine made by Kraft. Well, there's an interesting social item in the summer field indicator this morning. At a brilliant party last night, Miss Adeline Devereaux Fairchild, a former Savannah debutant, announced her engagement to Mr. Throckmorton P. Gilder Sleeve, summer field's most eligible bachelor. There was only one jarring note. When a taxi pulled up and Gilder Sleeve saw his old light of love daintily step out. It's Leela. Yes, Leela Ransom is back in town. But our hero took it as only a great man can. He fainted twice and had to be carried home. It's the next morning now and the Great Gilder Sleeve trudges downstairs to breakfast. Ugh, can't wait to get some black coffee. Morning, Miss Gilder Sleeve. Good morning, Bertie. Oh, I see you have the baby up already. Yes, sir. Hello, little girl. She's had breakfast and I'm taking her up-stand for a nap. Oh, well, I hope you sleep better than I did last night, little baby. Do you know what you got me into? Do you know that I am now an engaged man just because I want to adopt you? It's not funny. It's from over here. It sounded like you had a big party, Miss Gilder Sleeve. Oh, yes, we did. I sure was surprised to hear that Miss Ransom came back. I was a little surprised myself. Well, anyway, Miss Gilder Sleeve, you're all set to take the fatal step. That's the important thing. I think I'll go have some breakfast. Yes, sir. It's on the table. Eat hard, Miss Gilder Sleeve. You can't live off love. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Yes, yes. Black coffee will taste good this morning. Good morning, Uncle Marge. Good morning, Margie. Hi, Aunt. We're waiting for you. Yes, oh, I see, Leroy. Will you pour me some coffee, Margie, please? Oh, sure, Uncle. What did she have to say? Who? You know who I mean, Mrs. Ransom. Well, I really didn't have a chance to talk to Lila last night. Why did Mrs. Ransom come back to town, Aunt? Well, that's her house that Adeline lives in, you know. She has to check things. Winners coming on. Oh, sure. I bet she came all the way from Savannah just to see if Miss Fairchild had put on the storm windows. Margie, let's not try to figure these things out. All right. I think Mrs. Ransom did the most dramatic thing, Aunt. Appearing just at the moment your engagement was announced. Very dramatic. What did she do, Aunt? Run up the sidewalk, yell, and stop the music? Nervy. No, Leroy. It must be embarrassing. The girl you're engaged to and your old sweetheart living in the same house. It's not embarrassing at all. If Mrs. Ransom corners you, Uncle Mort, how are you going to explain it to her? Margie, I'm under no obligation to Mrs. Ransom. None whatsoever. Was all over between us when she left town? Of course. However, I should happen to see her. And if she's curious about what happened, I'll just tell her what happened. Poor Auntie. You're still fond of her, aren't you? Margie, you forget that I'm engaged to Miss Fairchild. You can't be fond of another woman. Leroy eats a prune. Hard for Lela to understand at that. I don't know why I should worry about what she thinks. She walked out on me. Still, I'd feel better about it if I had a talk with her. I'll give her a jingle right now. As well, wait till Bessie comes to work. And if I line answers, Bessie can hang up. Secretaries are great comfort. Where is that Bessie? She's 20 minutes late. Lela looked lovely last night. Coming up the walk loaded with furs. Watch it, Gilda Sleeve. You have to remember that line. Good morning, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. Bessie, you're late to work again. Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. I was reading about your engagement party on the bus. Oh? And it was so interesting, I rode at the end of the line. What a secretary. And Mr. Gilda Sleeve, right next to that is a social item that Mrs. Lela ransom is back in town. Isn't that a strange coincidence? Very strange. You don't suppose she came back to throw a monkey wrench in your engagement, do you, Mr. Gilda Sleeve? Monkey wrench? Figure of speech, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. I know, Bessie. Hang up your coat and get ready to make a phone call for me. Yes, sir. Figure of speech. Hooker. Is the water commissioner able to be up and around this morning? Well, there he is. And he's lovely. He's engaged. All right, you old goat, what's on your mind? I'm busy. I won't take a minute, Gilda. I merely thought you'd be interested to know that I have little talk with Lela this morning. Lela, you did? Property matters, of course. Oh? Dad, what a woman. More exciting than ever. The grace of Diana. The charm of Helen of Troy. The allure of Cleopatra. Yeah, that's Lela, all right. How is she, Judge? Well, I can tell you more after lunch, Gilda. We're dining together this noon at the Summerfield Grill. Oh? Could it be my fat friend that you'd like to be sitting in my place? Certainly not. Why should I? That's too bad. Lela has invited you to join us. She has? Well... No. I shouldn't do it. I think I'll just call her, Judge. Calling Lela is never the same as seeing Lela. But, Judge, what if some old gossip sees me? Lela thought of that. She had me reserve that cozy little private dining room, the palm room. The palm room? And I'll be there to chaperone. Well, we'll see you there at one o'clock, Gilda. Fine. I do have some things to say to her. I bet she has a few things to say to you, too. Oh, I won't go. I'm here. Where are they? Cable for lunch, sir. I'm waiting for a woman, Miss. I mean, a man and a woman. We've reserved that little palm room. Guess I'm a little early. I'll wait for them back there. Very well, sir. Probably shouldn't be having lunch with Lela, but what the heck? Hooker will be with us. At least I should see her while she's here just for old time's sake. It is private. A little dark in here. You see, behind that potted palm. I heard you come and show off how to play peek-a-boo. Oh, yeah. I'm also glad you could come, Sartmore. Yeah, and so am I, Lela. I didn't know if I should, though, but the judge said... I know. And, by the way, where is the judge? Oh, I'm afraid the judge will be unavoidably detained. He will? How do you know? I got my property matters so mixed up this morning. The poor man had to take his lunch hour to get them straightened out. He did? So I guess you and I will just have to lunch alone. Lela, you're a little devil. Sartmore. Lela, bye, George. It's good to see you. See, you're doing your hair differently, aren't you? Well, I was wondering when you were going to say something, and you haven't even looked at my new dress. Well, I didn't... I didn't think I should be an engaged man. When it gets all gushed up, you have to be appreciated, even if it is only to meet an old ox, sweetheart. Yes, I want to talk to you about that, Lela. Shall we sit down? Let's. I didn't get a chance to explain last night. Are you angry, Lela? Oh, good gracious. Why should I be angry? What if a girl's best boyfriend becomes engaged to a girl's cousin who can understand better than that girl? Oh, Lela, you're true blue. I'm glad to see you taking it like this. Of course I knew you would. You're such a sincere, level-headed girl. Flatterer. Oh, Trockmorton, I'm afraid I forgot. Congratulations. I wish you every happiness. Oh, thank you. And I hope you can find it without a line. Of course, now that you're engaged to be married, I bet you'll never think of little old Lela again. Oh, oh, yes I will. I'm afraid I'll think of you too sometimes. Trockmorton. Yes, Lela? You're holding my hand. I am? Oh, I'm still shaking it from the congratulations. We can't carry on like we used to. No, I guess not. Oh, remember that beautiful summer day we packed a lunch and went boating up at Grashley? The two of us. I was thinking about that just last night. The boat got stuck on a sandbar and big old strong you carried me ashore in your arms. Because you didn't want me to get my bathing suit wet. Trockmorton, you're holding my hand again. Oh, sorry, Lela. I thought I was leading you back to camp. You weren't leading. You were squeezing. Sorry. It went the evenings in my parlor when we'd sit on the rug in front of a fire and popcorn. And the nights we'd just sat there. Yeah, I like them best. Have you done that in my parlor with my cousin Adeline? No. Those were wonderful days. Wonderful. Of course we did have our ins and outs. Like the time that hot-blooded Spanish dancer came to town. And then you got sweet on each good one. My you were the busy boy. Well, you were engaged to that Dr. Julian Henry and you nearly married Lightfoot Dupree. You weren't exactly idle, Lela. Just listen to you. But every spring when my lalac bush bloomed we fell in love all over again, Trockmorton. Head over heels. Head over heels. You'd sniff those lalacs a while and then you'd sing to me so beautifully. Yeah. Trockmorton, will you do me a teensy favor? Anything you say. Will you sing to me now? Sing, but Lela were in a restaurant. Now we're in a private dining room. Come along now. I'll play this at Low Rotary Club piano. No, Lela. Come on. She'll ride you on the bench with me. Well, I... Sing to me so. I don't feel like singing. Please, for Lela. I'll sing to you. Well, I never could refuse Lela anyhow. Oh, that's a deal. Now she'll say what I can use you. Speak to me of love and say what I'm longing to hear. The whole thing to you. You know, I found the baby in the backseat of my car. Yes, Trockmorton. You just can't help loving a baby, Lela. But the law says I can't adopt her until I get married. And Adeline was near. I bet she was. And the next thing I knew, I was engaged. Mercy, Adeline should be ashamed of herself. Well, that's like shooting a fish in a barrel. Huh? I want to make a home for the baby, so let just anybody talk you into getting engaged. Well, if you'd been here, Lela, this probably wouldn't have happened. You'd said yes. Come on. Yes, if you want to share in $50,000 in prizes, enter Parquet's final contest now. Four high-powered 1949 four-door Ford sedans are going to be awarded this week. And the grand prize winner gets $1,000 cash besides his Ford. So hurry up and enter. This final week, Parquet will also award 40 General Electric Table Radios, 20 Corey Coffee Makers, 20 Toastmaster Automatic Pop-Up Toasters, 60 new $10 bills. 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Now, he's returning to the office trying to figure out what happened. I have a faint suspicion that Leela tricked me into this. Of course, she's always been fond of me. What will Adeline say? E gods, what will the jury say? Good afternoon, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. Oh, hello, Bessie. Did you and Mrs. Ransom have a nice lunch? Lunch? I don't remember eating. Oh, ho! Bessie, watch it. You were gone so long, I wondered what had happened. Well, a lot has happened. Water department. One moment, please. It's for you, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. I'm not talking to anybody. Oh, I think you'll want to talk to this party. It sounds like your lady loves. Which one? I mean, who? I'll give you a teeny-weeny hint. She has a southern accent. Bessie, is it Mrs. Ransom or Miss Fairchild? Oh, both of them do have southern accents, don't they? Yes, Bessie. Which one is it? Well, it can't be Miss Fairchild. Why? Because she's on her way down here. Oh! Aren't you going to take this phone call? Tell her I'm not in. I'm not. Hello, Pee-Vee. Hello, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. What can I do for you this afternoon? Pee-Vee, fix me a double coke. Very well. And Pee-Vee, bring it to me in the back room. In the back room? Yeah, and Pee-Vee, don't tell anyone I'm back there. Okay. Robert Bank, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. It's much worse than that, Pee-Vee. Keep a sharp look out more than any women I know come in. Very well. I'm on the lookout anyway. I'm expecting Mrs. Pee-Vee to drop in this afternoon. She came downtown to have her feet fixed. Yeah. Oh. Nice engagement party last night, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. Hope nothing's gone wrong. Everything's gone wrong, Pee-Vee. I was trying to explain to Lila how I got engaged to Adeline. I got engaged to Lila again. Mrs. Ransom? My, my. Two women? Isn't that awful, Pee-Vee? Well, no, I wouldn't say that. Pee-Vee, I don't know what to do. Well, if I were you, I'd just rest on my laurels. Yes. Got engaged to two women. You've had it busy 24 hours. Now, Pee-Vee, let's not be facetious. This whole thing's enough to make me want to go throw myself right in the reservoir. Oh, now, Mr. Gilda Sleeve, there's always the bright side. There are people who would consider you in a very favorable predicament. How can you say that, Pee-Vee? Well, at least you have a choice. Yeah. That's more than I can say. I was only engaged to one woman. After a long and a minute now, she's downtown having her feet faked. Yes, I know, Pee-Vee. No, sir, I didn't have a choice. Yes. To Mr. Gilda Sleeve, you said to keep a sharp lookout for a woman. Oh, nothing out the back way, Pee-Vee. Goodbye, Mr. Gilda Sleeve. Well, did you get your feet faked, honey? Floyd, while you're shaving me, do you mind standing between me and the window? But, Commissioner, it cuts off the light. I might nick you. If you'd rather have an airline, see me right now. I'll take that chance. Commissioner, I got to hand it to you. You have more fun than anybody. Floyd, this isn't my idea of fun. You ought to be proud of yourself, Commissioner. You ought to be the happiest man in Somerfield, engaged to two southern chicks. You're really living. Please, Floyd, I never should have told you. And I don't want to see you. I'm a farmer, a farmer, a farmer, engaged to two southern chicks. You're really living. Please, Floyd, I never should have told you. And both of them cousins. Down south, is that what they call kissin' cousins? Ha-ha-ha. Floyd, I'm in no joking mood. I bet Adeline thinks I'm nothing more than a playboy. So what? You'd rather marry the widow Ransom, wouldn't you? Well, now, Floyd... You know what, Commissioner, I don't think you want to marry either one of them, James. I'm proposing to women with the idea of backing out. Okay, I just had an idea how you could get out of it. Of course, you're not interested. Absolutely not. What is it? Well, if James has already got the impression you're a little fickle, why don't you go all the way? All the way? Yeah. What do you mean? Really prove to him you ain't to be trusted. Go to him with a big confession, Commissioner, that you're engaged to six other women. Floyd, that's ridiculous. I don't even know six other women. So what? Make him up. Tell him you got a manicurist, two waitresses, a traveling saleswoman, and a lady car hop from California. I've never been to California. Well, that makes a good story, Commissioner. And believe me, that James will run from you like it was poison. Floyd, I couldn't stoop to that. Okay, but for a guy over your head as deep as you are, it's either stoop or be a stoop. I'd hustle on over there and burn my bridges. Finish me up, Floyd. Hey, I got another great idea. I just seen that William Powell picture. Tell him you're also engaged to a mermaid out at your reservoir. Floyd. They'd never believe that. Floyd has a tendency to carry things too far, but he did help me see myself as I really am. I wouldn't make a good husband. I'm too fickle. Maybe Floyd's right. As much as it hurts, I'll just have to tell him what a heel I am. And neither of them will want me. Oh, hello, Adeline. May I come in? Are you sure you want to come in? Well, I'd like to. You'll find cousin Leely and the parlor. You know the way. Oh, yes. Right along the hall here. You come along too, though, Adeline. This concerns you. It concerns all of us. I have a big confession to make. Hello, Leely. Hello, Trockmorton. Nice to see you back in town. I mean... Cousin Leely told me all about it, Trockmorton. She has? She certainly has. All about lunch and what happened. Well, you know how luncheons are. One thing leads to another. Leely. I just had to tell my sweet little old cousin. I wouldn't do anything behind Adeline's back. You know that. Oh, no. Me neither. I admit that I did lose my head when you swept me off my feet in that private dining room. You sounded so sincere. Oh, Leely. Don't you think he sounds sincere when he proposes Adeline? I certainly do. Always singing love songs. What did he sing when he proposed to you, cousin? Oh, wait a minute, Leely. Well, he didn't sing that night. In fact, he hardly talked. Adeline, Leely, how can you do this to me? I'm sorry, but this is a case where blood cousins are thicker than water, water commissioner. But it grieves me to say, Trockmorton, that the only reason I came up here was to protect my dear little unprotected cousin. Well, I may as well admit it then. That's why I came over here to tell you that I'm not to be trusted. I'm fickle. You've certainly proven that. You bet I have. I'm not worthy of either one of you. I'm just a heartbreaker. Oh, I don't think you've broken so many hearts, Trockmorton. You just don't know, Leely. How do you know that you're the only two women I'm engaged to? What? Well, I can think of at least six other women. A manicurist, two apes, a traveling saleswoman. That's far. Well, I haven't even mentioned the lady car hop in California. A lady car hop? Really, Trockmorton? So girls, save yourselves. Break the engagements. Both of them. I'm just a jiggle-o. I don't care. We're staying engaged. We are? But Adeline, why? You need me to protect you from all those women. Oh, my goodness. Trockmorton. Yes, Leely. I used to think you were pretty dull, but you've uncovered a shot I didn't know you had. Oh, of course. I have. I'm going to stay engaged to you, too. But Leely. Leely, right. You have a shawing. I don't. It's the two women. And now, the names of the inference of one 1948 four-door Ford sedans in the third week of Parquet's big series of $50,000 contests. Mrs. Ben Rasmussen of Waukesha, Wisconsin, Mrs. Clara Bryant of P.O. Box 534 with Tumka, Oklahoma, Dorothy L. Magry of Cleveland, Ohio, Miss Irene Thayer of Cambridge, Massachusetts. Congratulations to all of you. 140 winners of other prizes will be notified by mail. Remember, please, the fifth week's contest is the final one. Yes. And it closes for good this Saturday. It's now or never if you want a 1949 four-door Ford sedan. Step up your opportunities to win by sending several entries. Above all, send them now. This is the last time we can announce this contest. Mr. Gilda Sleeve, that barber is on the phone. Floyd Munson? He seems upset about something. Thanks, Bessie. Hello, Floyd? Commissioner Gilda Sleeve, what kind of a water department are you running? I get a guy all soaked up with a shampoo and then I turn on the water and nothing happens. How come? That was just a little reminder, Mr. Munson. Look, look, I paid my water bills. It's got nothing to do with it. Hereafter, keep your bum advice about women to yourself. What? Good night, folks. Folks, here's an announcement Kraft hasn't been able to make until right now since way back in 1941. Now, at long last, Kraft has plenty of aged, natural American cheese for you. The mellow golden wheels dealers cut in wedges. 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