 The Kraft Foods Company presents Willard Waterman as The Great Gilded Sleeve. The Great Gilded Sleeve is brought to you partially transcribed by The Kraft Foods Company. How about it? Did you make pumpkin pie today for the big dinner tomorrow? The crust will be extra crisp and flaky if you use Kraft Oil, the wonderful new Superfined Oil. Kraft Oil is different from any other oil you can buy. Superfining gives Kraft Oil a lighter body, makes it blend faster and better with other ingredients. For smooth homemade salad dressing, finest baking, and all your frying, lighter-bodied Kraft Oil is the oil to use. Get a bottle soon. Well, The Great Gilded Sleeve has always been one to get up in the morning, eat a hearty breakfast, and bustle off to the office. Lately, however, he's been taking the time to drive Leroy to school. Sure is nice of you. Oh, don't mention it, my boy. You don't have to drive me to school. Oh, I want to. Well, I could walk like I used to. Besides, it makes you late to work. Well, what's a half hour more or less? Why don't you let me out here on the corner? No, no, I'll swing around here with the faculty parks. I'll find the teachers. There she is. Well, Miss Tuttle. You can't drive me to school. No, my boy, I just happened to see her. This is pure coincidence. Skeptic. Well, since I did just happen to see her, I may as well be flight and go talk to her. Oh, brother. How are you, Miss Tuttle? Very well, thank you. I didn't expect to see you this morning, but since it's happened like this, we may as well chat a little. I'm sorry, but there's the bell. Bye now. Bye. It wasn't, huh? I bet he's waiting to rib me about the teacher this morning. You're shaking the house. Yeah. Leroy, what have you been up to now? Not to. Nice, Uncle Leroy. I didn't give him the note, Leroy. I got to go start dinner. Frosted. Leroy, are you pulling my leg? No, I'm looking for the note. You're wondering why she'd be writing to me? Open it, Mr. Gills. Leave her. I got to go start dinner. Leroy, if this is some trick. If you trumped up a note. No, no, it's hers. Look, it's good writing. Let's see now. It's from Miss Tuttle, all right. She says... What does she say, Uncle? Is it mushy? Of course not, but she does want to see me. Yeah, and why? Well, she doesn't say, but... She asked me for a date? Well, if you must know, Leroy, she wants me to come over for tea. Tea? That's nice, Mr. Gills, please. Yes, indeed. Mr. Gills, please go have tea with the teacher. Yeah, Saturday afternoon. Hey, that's tomorrow. Yep. Mr. Gills, please go have tea with the teacher. He's going to have tea for two. Tea for two and two for tea. No, Bertie, there's nothing romantic about it. Yet. No, no, but two for tea is a good start. Mr. Cooley's at the back door, Bertie. How is everybody this fine morning? Fine. Bertie, do you want to take the eggs? Well, I'll leave them in the refrigerator. Hello, Bertie. Hello, Mr. Cooley. I came in to discuss another matter. Hello, Leroy. Hi. With the head of the house. Hello, Mr. Gildersleeve. Hello. What's on your mind, Cooley? Money. What? Haven't I paid my bill? Oh, you paid for your eggs, but I want to sell you something else. Oh. Have you bought your holiday turkey? Frankly, I've been waiting for the prices to go down. They're usually a little cheaper at the last minute. Well, if you want a cheap last-minute turkey... Cooley, I'm not after a cheap turkey. Oh, you needn't apologize. I have several customers who are penny-pinchers. I'm not a penny-pincher. I'm just not ready to buy. I have other things on my mind. Yeah, hunks got a date with Miss Tuttle. Oh. Mr. Gildersleeve, if you don't want a turkey, why don't you take one to Miss Tuttle? Oh, first. I'd tie a ribbon around it with a festive card saying, a turkey for Miss Tuttle. Cooley, I'm not giving Miss Turkey a Tuttle. I mean... Oh, what a salesman. Phoebe. Hello, Mr. Gildersleeve. What can I do for you this afternoon? Phoebe, I think I'll look over your candy stock. Yeah, well. I want a little something that'll go well with tea. How's that? A little delicacy that goes well with a cup of tea. Yeah, I have a lemon behind your pot. Oh, my goodness. What girl wants a lemon? They search me, but they marry them every day. Just give me the biggest box of candy you have. Very well. That'll be $7.50. $7.50? That's a lot of candy. Well, at least there's a lot of box. Must be for a very important date. Hey, Phoebe, what would you say if a pretty girl sent you a note inviting you to tea? Well, I wouldn't say anything to Mrs. Phoebe. What? Mrs. Phoebe's a fine woman, but she has green eyes. Eh, jealous, eh? I'm here to tell you. For a long time, she suspected me of being in love with Mary Pickford. Oh, Phoebe. Several years ago, she discovered an autographed picture of Mrs. Pickford in my wallet. She sent you a picture? No, I got it out of a weighing machine. I was just carrying it because I was keeping track of my weight. Oh? Every time Mrs. Phoebe's been keeping track of me. Oh, Phoebe, you're a card. Mrs. Phoebe thinks so. It'll charge the candy, Phoebe. Oh, then you're teeing with Miss Tuttle. Yep, at her request, Phoebe. I don't understand that. She's an attractive, intelligent girl. Well, Phoebe, it's very natural for an attractive single girl to be attracted to an attractive single man. You're right there. You two would make a fine pair. Thank you. I'm flattered that you agree. I never disagree with a $7.50 customer. Mrs. Tuttle lives in a very neat apartment building. There's Judge Hooker coming down the street. He really sees me with this five-pound box of candy and a carnation in my buttonhole. Hey, Judge! He won't do any harm to let him know a charming young lady has been sending me notes. Judge! Oh, Gilday, I didn't see you. What's the water commissioner doing with a boot and air and a box of candy in the middle of the afternoon? Well, now that you ask, I'm just calling on a young lady who seems to be interested in me. You can't be serious. Remember Miss Tuttle, Judge? Very well. But what young lady is interested in you? Miss Tuttle? Oh, no, that's impossible. That's what you think. I've got the note right here in my pocket. Asked me to call this afternoon. Tea? Well, I think I'll go along with you. Judge, you're not invited. I am, in a way. The evening I met Miss Tuttle at school, she said, I hope to see you again. And this is her chance. Judge, stop tagging along. You really need me, Gilday. What does the water commissioner know about the etiquette of drinking tea? Well, I've had tea. Plenty. Well, you can watch me crook my finger with my calf and munch a crunchy. Judge, please. Let's see what apartment she's in. Apartment 305. That would be on the third floor. I know. Well, let's go up. Judge, if you step inside, I'll take this fire extinguisher off the wall and squirt you. I'm going, I'm going, Gilday. Don't point that at me. Well, pretty good fire extinguisher. Put out an old goat. Quite a climb. No wonder Miss Tuttle has such a trim figure. Yeah, I see she has one of these peep holes in the door. Who is it? Peek-a-boo, Miss Tuttle. It's me. Yeah, I. Oh, it's you, Gilday, please. Yeah. Won't you come in? Yeah, thank you. You live in quite a crow's nest. I beg your pardon. No offense. Quite a climb up here, I mean. Oh, well, I hope you didn't mind it. Yeah, not at all. I was just thinking that's probably why you have such a trim... apartment. Well, that's unusual reasoning. Won't you sit down? Yeah, thank you. By the way, I have a little treat for you. Candy. Oh, you shouldn't have done this. I didn't expect it. Well, you can depend on me to do the unexpected. May I pour you some tea? Yes, indeed, I've been looking forward to it. Beautiful tea service, Miss Tuttle. It was my mother. Nice. Sugar? Three lumps. Cream or lemon? I drink mine black. I like a little lemon. If I'd known that I could have brought you some lemons, would I have decided on the candy? I'm glad. Well, here's how. What? Oh. Mr. Gilder-Sleeve, I suppose you're wondering why I sent you the note. Well, I speculated a little. Naturally, I was flattered. Well, when I saw you at school this morning, I said to myself, Mr. Gilder-Sleeve is just the man I'm looking for. Oh. Spent a little tea in my lamp. Oh. I'm sorry. Here. Use this napkin. Well, that's all right. I'll just put down my teacup. What were you saying? Well, of course, I'm new in Summerfield, and a woman doesn't make friends as quickly as a man. So I just decided to take matters into my own hands. You go right ahead. I'm all for you. I knew you'd feel that way. You bet. I just felt that we'd have much in common. Mr. Gilder-Sleeve, does nature interest you? There's nothing more interesting. Good. 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Well, the great gilded sleeve felt pretty good when Miss Tuttle invited him for tea. In fact, he went around town bragging about it, being asked for a date. He's back home now, and because of his boasting, he's taking her roasting. Oh, Anki, I can't get over it. You thought you had a date with the pretty teacher, and all she wanted was to ask a favor of you. Well, mind-free. He takes her a five-pound box of candy, and she sends him home to watch the birds. Oh, Anki. Now, children, bird-watching is a popular hobby. A lot of people enjoy it. In fact, I'm looking forward to it. There's a lot of very interesting and strange birds around here. Yeah, we got a weird one here in the house. Yes, yes. Mind, you should have seen him getting ready to call on my teacher. Oh, children lay off. Hey, Roy, is my tie straight? Does this look like a real carnation in my buttonhole? Big deal. All right, have your fun. I'm still glad I went. And I'm going bird-watching. Did somebody call Birdie? No, Birdie. Hey, Roy, let me tell it you always distort things. I do? What happened, Miss Gilsley? Yes, Anki, tell your version. Well, Miss Tuttle has a very sound idea. She wants me to form a nature study group. You? Yes, Birdie, we're going to study bird life. Yes, sir. Our little feathered friends. Yes, sir. Family is having fun at my expense, but actually it's quite an honor. Why? Well, if Miss Tuttle didn't like me, she wouldn't have asked me to do it. No, sir. She knows I'm a good organizer. I have a lot of influence and I know everybody. That's why she asked me to bring three interested people into our group. She doesn't want to study nature with you alone, huh? Young man? Just asking. Can you get three people to go, Anki? Can I get three people? I bet you could get the judge and Mr. Peavy. No, I'm not going to ask them. No, sir? Let me see. What prominent people can I get? The mayor is out of town. I could go down and invite police chief Gates to jail. He has enough birds to watch. No, chief wouldn't fit. Now, who else do I know? There's, uh... Now, let's see. There's, uh... You know, I might just let Peavy and the judge in on this. Yes, sir. Ha ha ha ha! Oh, Mr. Gale, that's me. And the judge. You two are just the friends I want to see. How? I'd like to interest you two fellas in a little nature study. What? What's the nature of the study? Well, I'm organizing a bird watchers club. Okay. Bird watchers club, Peavy? That's what I thought you said. And since you fellas are my closest friends, I thought I'd do you a big favor and take you in first. You've taken us in before. Peavy. I've always been fond of bird watching, but isn't this a new activity for you, Gildy? Well, I just got interested in it. That's what you mean. Peavy, you'd like to join, wouldn't you? Well, Mr. Gildy, with the holidays and all, I'm a little busy for bird watching. Yes, yes. But I have a cat who'd like to join. My goodness. You don't have any other members, Gildy? Well, Miss Tuttle. Now I'm beginning to understand why Miss Tuttle wrote you the note. I know. The five pounds of candy he took her was his initiation fee. All right, fellas. I'll admit she delegated me to dig up some club members. Come on. Join up. I've always been one to look before you leap. How do you watch birds? Well, like you go out in the field or woods, find yourself a flock of birds and watch them. My, my. Peavy, you have a parrot at home. Don't you ever watch it? Not since I got television. Judge, I can see you're all for it. Would you care to go on our first outing? I'd like to. Great. Except I'm busy tomorrow also. Oh, Judge, you're just saying that. You're as mealy-mild as Peavy. Well, no, I'm it. I guess he is at that. Well, I don't have anybody yet. I couldn't even get Marjorie to join the club. This is to call Miss Tuttle until her eye failed. I guess I've spoiled my chances of ever dating her. Miss Tuttle? Yes. This is Throckmorton, Beagle or Sleeves. Oh, yeah. Well, I have news. Are they giving me the names of the new member? Well, Zeke. I don't have a complete list at the moment. Oh, but you... Just you and me? Well, I have plenty of time for that. Oh, not at all. Love it. Yeah, that would never do. Please. Not at all. Bye. Bye. First I get stuck with finding members and now I have to find the birds. I must know somebody. Say, I've overlooked Leroy. He can't refuse to join, I pay his allowance. Leroy! You have to make this pretty attractive to snare him. What's the pitch, John? The pitch? Well, it just occurred to me before we fill our membership. I should give you a chance to sign up with the club. Yeah? Well, they don't exactly sign up. They just agreed to come. Well, how have I agreed to come? My boy, we don't give out that information to non-members. How about it? You want to be a member? What would I be? A bird watcher, junior grade? Not at all. You mean I'd be a full-fledged member? You bet. Just like an adult? Of course. Now I can go on your trips? That's right. You want to join? No. Him again. Come in, Cooley. Eggman. I want to give you one last chance to buy your holiday turkey from me. Hello, Mr. Gilderslee. Hello. Cooley, I thought I made it clear that I'm not buying a turkey. You did, but I happen to be gifted with bulldog tenacity. I don't give up. Cooley, if you'll excuse me, I have to phone some people. About joining your bird watchers' club? You know about that, too? Leroy told me. Well, yes, I have to round up some members and find a place to watch birds. You don't know where you're going to watch them? Not exactly. Mr. Gilderslee, I have a thought. No. Yes, I have. If you'll go to the junction and turn left off the highway, you'll find a very rustic setting. Oh, really? A natural habitat for birds. Yeah, thank you, Cooley. Miss Tuttle and I were wondering where we'd find a rustic setting. Are you sure you're looking for birds? You come to think of it, what if there aren't many birds? What if Miss Tuttle and I are the only members? The smaller the club, the closer you're. Yes, sir. What am I worried about? Yeah. Yes, Leroy. I've decided to be nice to you and go along. If you want to be nice to me, stay home. This looks like the spot. It's rustic. Leaves and all. It's beautiful. I'm just sorry we couldn't interest more people in our club. Yeah, but on the other hand, it's clubbier this way. Well, you did try to get members, didn't you, Mr. Gilderslee? Oh, yes. Some people just don't enjoy the simple pleasures like we do. Oh, this is a marvelous sanctuary. How'd you ever find it, Mr. Gilderslee? Well, I gave the matter a lot of thought and got some advice on the subject. I particularly wanted to please you, Miss Tuttle. Look, I even brought some grains. Oh, that was thoughtful. Shh. Look at the birds. Yeah, sparrows. Snowbirds. Oh? The Junko Finch. Oh, yes, Junko Finch. You can tell by their white vests. They're cute. Yeah, I'd feed them, but they're not quite big enough to eat corn. Oh, toss them some. They're very sociable birds. Huh? OK. Yeah. Look at them go for it. Say, bird watching is fun. Listen. A turkey. Hey, a wild turkey. There he is, coming through the woods. What do you know? Thanksgiving dinner walking right toward me. What are you going to do? Toss him some corn. I'm glad I didn't buy a turkey. Mr. Gildersleeve, we're here to watch. Well, we have to eat, too. Now I can jump out and grab him by the leg. The turkey walks in with those wings. There, I got a half-nelson on him. He's a beautiful turkey, Mr. Gildersleeve. What do you think you should keep him? You bet I'm going to keep him. This is the kind of bird watching I like. I'm going to watch him in the oven. This goblin must weigh 18 pounds. As a matter of fact, he weighs 18 and a half pounds. Coolie, what are you doing out here? There are more ways than one to sell a turkey. The Great Gildersleeve will be back in just 30 seconds. Have you ever used a superfined oil in your homemade salad dressings? You have if you've used craft oil. Craft oil is the wonderful new kind of oil created by the makers of Miracle Whip. And it's the only oil that's superfine for home use. Superfining gives craft oil a lighter body. And that means it blends faster and far more perfectly with the other ingredients a recipe calls for. Next time you shop, remember craft oil, the superfined oil created by craft. Yes, Leroy? You're going to get a look at Miss Tuttle like you've been doing? Not this morning, my boy. You run along. What's the matter? Didn't you two hit it off on your bird watching? Leroy, let's not get inquisitive. Who's inquisitive? Why can't you take me? What happened? Now, my boy. Lately, you couldn't wait to take me to school. When you'd see Miss Tuttle, you'd hop out of the car, stumble all over yourself and yell, You who, Miss Tuttle? 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