 The Kraft Foods Company presents the Great Gilder Sleeve. It's the Great Gilder Sleeve starring Harold Perry, brought to you by the Kraft Foods Company, makers of Parque, Margarine, and a complete line of famous quality food products. In the home of the Great Gilder Sleeve, breakfast is over and the dishes have been washed. The Great Man has retired to the solitude of his study to balance his checkbook. Outside the mud of the first floor is lying as quietly as only mud can lie. And inside... Founded vacuum cleaner? How can I think? Well, 12 checks still out. Better get them down here in black and white. Let's see, $25.84 to the cool company. $12.47 to the laundry. A burnt, darn cheap pencil. Where's my fountain pen? Nuts. Bertie! Bertie! Where's my pen? Yes! Where's Bertie? Bertie, I said I haven't been writing a new... What did you say to the factory? Oh, Bertie, nothing important. Just my checking account. And the way people in this house are always misleading my things. Oh, I thought you was yelling about your fountain pen. There in your vest. Yeah, Bertie, I was... Vest? So it is. I knew it was someplace. Thank you, Bertie. Always glad to help, Mr. Guilfrey, especially when you're working on something. Yes, well, thank you, Bertie. All you got to do is say the word, Mr. Guilfrey, and I'll drop whatever I'm doing to help out. Very well, Bertie. I appreciate that. Yes, sir. Always glad to help. I turned off the vacuum cleaner, Mr. Guilfrey, so it'd be quiet for you. So there wouldn't be any noise. Yes, Bertie. Maybe it'd be better if you just start the vacuum cleaner again. Oh, no, Mr. Guilfrey. I'll just go upstairs and do some nice, quiet dust. It's a good thing I'm diplomatic. Let's see now. Check stubs. Where's my fountain pen? Oh, did my vest. Now where do I stand here? 25, 298? What's that for? Oh, flowers from Miss Fenwick. I wonder if I handled her right. Well, $7.15, plus 8.50, plus the doorbell. Doorbell. Bertie, doorbell. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Bertie, Marjorie, somebody. Can't you hear up there? They wouldn't answer the door of I was trying on dress. I mean... Hello, Craig. Where's Leroy? Leroy is not in. Where is he? I haven't the slightest idea. That's good. I came to see you. Me? Well, no. Have you got some money? Money? Sure. I'm a salesman. Well, that's fine, but I'm... Come on, buy a magazine prescription. Magazine prescription. Not today, Craig. Not today. You don't want money? No, Craig. I'm busy. First call. Giving him a few pointers and sales methods. Oh, you do the arm twisting, eh, Bullard? No. Got the wrong slant on this girl to sleep. Boy here is doing a mighty fine thing, building his character. Huh? I believe that every boy should be taught at an early age how to earn a penny. Oh, you're so right, Mr. Bullard. Here, boy, head start in the business world, and you've given him... Well, head start. Yes, yes, I agree with you. And he's starting out with a good product, you'll just leave. A magazine that tells you how to fix up your house. Very worthwhile. Only a dollar for six issues. And if he sells 50 subscriptions, he earns his own bicycle at no expense. No expense, eh? Now, son, dry your eyes and give your sales talk. Go ahead. Show him your little salesman. Yes, go right ahead, you little salesman. How to plaster a back porch? Do you know how to build an extra bathroom in a closet? Remember it now, son? Is your barn properly ventilated? That's fine, Craig. Talented, isn't he? We think so. Yeah, yeah. The rest of the family will enjoy this magazine, too. Lots of things in it for the kitchen. And it's got a red cover. Let your customer have a look at the product, Craig. Here, you can take a free look. All right. Well, eh, the post-war barn and home magazine. But, Craig, we haven't got a barn. What do I say now, Pa? Don't get discouraged, son. Mr. Gillisleave is just making believe he's a hard prospect. Aren't you, Gillisleave? Huh? Oh, of course. Did you say one dollar, Craig? That's right. And give me back the magazine. No, no, Craig. You deliver the first issue. He keeps that copy. Oh, yeah, yeah. Here you are, my boy. Here's one dollar. Say thank you, son. But, Pa, the instruction said he should thank me. It's a bargain. Oh? Oh, well, I thank you, Craig. Well, goodbye, Gillisleave. Yes, goodbye. You're welcome, Mr. Gillisleave. A little tadpole. And that bullet. The old skin-flint's got more money than I'll ever have. But you don't see me chasing Leroy out to get a head start in the world. Head start. The post-war barn and home. Who'd be silly enough to buy the darn thing? Besides me. Uh-huh. Try it again. What was I doing? Oh, yes. Adding up these stubs. Four and three, seven. Ten. Carry the one. Four. That can't be right. Fifteen and three. Confound that doorbell. A mailman. More bills, probably. Is it the mailman, my dear? Just a man, he's got a package. A package? Well, who could be sending me a Valentine this early? I'll open it in here, Marjorie. Gosh, it's heavy. Put it right here, Marjorie, on the desk. Oh, heck, it's for Leroy. Well, Leroy Forester Esquire. Who'd be sending him a package anyway? Well, Rack, too. All the way from New York. Well, just have to wait until Leroy comes home. Yeah, well, just have to wait. Paper's broken here a little bit. Now, Uncle Moore. Marjorie, it's a lucky thing this got here when it did. Might have fallen apart. Flimsy on this corner, you see? Anki. Yeah, weak here, too. Oop. To our little. See anything, Anki? No. Confound that boy. Probably been sending in box tops again. Marjorie, what do you know about this? Oh, he doesn't tell me anything anymore. He says I'm a girl. Yes. I've told him a thousand times not to answer all those ads with free offers. They're never free. Leroy's free chemistry set cost me $7.22. And a hole in the Power Rook. But you certainly had a lot of fun playing with until you spilled the acid, Uncle Moore. That's not the point. Question of discipline, my dear. Leroy has stuck me for the last time. Oh, what? Leroy, how often have I told you not? Well, I want to talk to you about Leroy. Now, if that packing. My goodness, where was it? Too bad your eyes aren't as good as your lungs. Huh? Oh, my package. Leroy, if you've been answering box tops again, I can no longer afford to go... Leroy. Oh, no. And furthermore, Leroy, Leroy, confound that I'm talking to you. Go ahead, Uncle. Leroy, if this is going to cost me... What are those? Magazines. I'm going to sell them. Well, at least. Magazines. People are begging for them. And look, I... Leroy. Yeah? Fifty-one. Yes, I just bought one from Craig Bullard. Craig? What a dirty guy. Who's one? Well, nevertheless, he's selling the post-war barn at home, and I bought one from him. Oh, that's a fine way to treat me. I thought at least I could sell one. One? But you have fifty magazines. Where were you planning to sell the other forty-nine? I probably could have sold them. For a core and stake, if my own uncle is going to double-cross me, I might as well give up. Double-cross you? It was unavoidable, my boy. You didn't tell me you were planning to sell magazines. I was just trying to earn a bicycle, so I wouldn't have to ask you to buy me a new one. But you have a bicycle. Yeah, but you've stumbled over so many kinds that run sideways. All right, I'll buy another post-war barn at home from you if it'll make you feel any better. Now, why don't you get busy and sell the rest of them? Well, I guess I'll have to if I want that bike. Only, now that darn little Craig has got a head start. It isn't a matter of a head start, my boy. It's a matter of knowing how to sell. Now, you've got to make people want to buy your magazine. Mr. Bullard has the wrong approach entirely. Mr. Bullard? What's he got to do with it? And he was helping Craig get started. Oh, gosh, if you help me, make... You've got to learn to stand on your own two feet. Your old uncle's not going to be around forever, you know? Oh, Mr. Bullard can sell Craig's magazines for him. I don't see what... Mr. Bullard was merely making one call with the boy to give him a few pointers. Craig is a lot smaller than you. Please help me, Uncle Moore. I'm not so big. You're big enough to do this thing alone. Why, when I was your age, I sold at least a hundred magazines every week. And I didn't get any bicycles for it either. Just bunions. You hit me. Why should I help you? You wouldn't want to share your bicycle with me after you get it, would you? I would if you weren't so fast. Oh! Now I won't help you. You... Now, my boy, that isn't true. He's helping Craig sell his magazines. Miro, you're arguing in a circle. I am not going to peddle the post-war barn and home. And I need it. And so we find the Great Yielded Sleeve helping Leroy to peddle the post-war barn and home. But first, a word from the Kraft Foods Company. 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Parquet Margarine, made by the Kraft Foods Company. And now, back to the great Gildersleeve, who has been coerced into helping his nephew, Leroy, sell that timely publication, the post-war Barn and Home magazine. Our two salesmen have split forces, each carrying 25 sample copies, and Gildersleeve, oddly enough, is warming up to his task like an old fire horse at the sound of the alarm. Selling magazines. Haven't done this since I was a kid. Well, I'm older now, ought to be a cinch. Let's see, who will be the lucky sucker to get the first subscription? I know. So, Mr. Gildersleeve? Afternoon, Pee-Vee. If you don't mind my saying so, Mr. Gildersleeve, you look like a cat about to eat a caderry. Well, now I wouldn't say that. Something I can do for you? No, I just thought I'd drop in for a chat, Pee-Vee. And so, just what did you want this chat about? Pee-Vee, what do you think about post-war Barns? Well, I really hadn't given them much thought, Mr. Gildersleeve. Oh, you should, Pee-Vee. It's a very topical question at the moment. Well, no, I wouldn't... I certainly. And what kind of wallpaper should you put in your rumpus room, huh? There's another mighty topical question. I haven't given that much thought either. Just let me show you something here, Pee-Vee. Very kind, Mr. Gildersleeve, but rather a topical question that just occurred to me. Oh, what's that? Whether you're going to shove your elbow in that dusting powder or in those chocolate cream. Oh, thanks. I was so interested in what I was saying, I didn't notice. Now, is I... New shipment of chocolate, Pee-Vee? They're called Daisy Delights. We have this open box out as a display item. Top's covered with cellophane, that they're found with customers. See the candy, and at the same time keeps its cemetery. Oh, well... They look delicious, Pee-Vee. Do you mind if I try this one here? Well, the cellophane... It's coming loose on this corner anyway. Mmm. Mmm. I'm saying, Pee-Vee, these are new days. New ways. The time to start thinking about them. Delicious candy, Pee-Vee. Some of them have what appear to be ground almonds on the top. Almonds, eh? Which ones? These? Mmm. Fillet in this one. Mighty good, too. Yeah. Don't imagine you'd be interested in taking that box home when you're wondering. Well, no, Pee-Vee. Have to kind of watch the waistline, you know. No, I couldn't hardly return it to the job, eh? What'd you say? Maybe I could take that one home to make it, Pee-Vee. Why? Is it your anniversary or something? No, I was just wondering what a customer would think if I sold him a box of candy and when he got home, there were two pieces missing. Oh, well, I didn't think of that, Pee-Vee. I have a feeling it might cause talk, Mr. Gilbert, please. I see what you mean. How much is it? One dollar, but I don't want you to treat what you have. Oh, nonsense. Here you are, one dollar. And three cents for the governor. I'd like to absorb the candy. There's tax on the candy, but the profit margin is very small. Oh, of course. Here you are, Pee-Vee. Three pennies. Thank you, Mr. Gilbert, please. Shall I wrap it for you? No, that's all right, Pee-Vee. It's much handier this way. Mr. Gilbert, what was it you were saying about barns in the post-war era? Oh! Forgetful. Pee-Vee, are you interested in the post-war home era? You know how to plaster your back porch? You know how to build an extra bathroom in the closet? Pee-Vee, is your barn properly ventilated? Well, for goodness sakes. But provoking, isn't it? That wasn't exactly what I had in mind. You were talking about the post-war era. You were talking about the post-war barn and home magazine, aren't you? You bet. The post-war era. In a red cover. Well, now that's a coincidence. The distributor left me ten copies last week. I still haven't. Pee-Vee, you don't mean... I haven't sold a one, Mr. Gilbert, please. It's that bad? I suspect the only thing that magazine is good for, Mr. Gilbert, is papering your rumpus room if you happen to have one. Come on in. Come on in. Grab a chair. Be true to this gent in a minute. Take your time, Floyd. I didn't really come in to be worked on. Yeah? As a matter of fact, Floyd, I had sort of hoped to catch you alone. What's on your mind, Commissioner? Well, it's about your barbershop, Floyd. Improvements I had in mind. Things to increase your business. How about a nice, close shave, too, mister? No, just a haircut. Increase my business, huh? How, for instance? Well, you take magazines, Floyd. They're very important to a barbershop. People come in and you're busy. They want something to do, something to read. I got plenty of magazines. Yeah, but just the usual kind that you find anyplace. There's always a copy of the barbers' weekly laying around, Commissioner. The barbers' weekly? What's wrong with the barbers' weekly? Had my picture in it six weeks ago. Yes, yes. And you bought twenty copies. But, Floyd, you need other publications here in the shop. Something with class in it. Something with a message. Like a massage, mister? No, just a haircut. People ain't interested in messages no more. Well, perhaps not, Floyd, but they like to know how to do things. With their hands, I mean. Yeah? Of course they do. For instance, how would you go about putting an extra bathroom in your closet? Well, frankly, Commissioner, I'd be in the dark. There, you see? Thought-provoking, isn't it? How about some tonic to top it off, mister? Real oil-based? No, just a haircut. Just what's all this leading up to, Commissioner? Well, as a matter of fact, Floyd, I'm selling magazine subscriptions. Helping Leroy, of course. But it's really a very fine publication, Floyd. You could use it. What's the name of this wonderful magazine, Commissioner? Think the post-war barn and who's it? A barn and home. And it's one of the finest... I already bought one from Leroy. Leroy? Yeah. He shoved it under my nose and said, one buck. Oh? And you bought it? Sure, you can't turn a kid down. Well, that's very nice of you, Floyd. Forget it. Yeah, well, thanks anyway, Floyd. I'll, uh... Oh. Maybe this gentleman in your chair would like a subscription. No, just a haircut. Kill day. Good afternoon, Horace. Horace, one buck. It's the best buy of your life, right under your nose. You expect me to buy it with a smell? And it does. Oh? You know what I'm selling? It's all over town. Where's your peddler's license? Peddler's license. It's the law, Gildy. You can't peddle without a license. Who's peddling? What do I want with a peddler's license, you old goat? Well, I'm sorry, Gildy. I'd like to help you, but I can't be an accomplice to anything the least bit questionable. Why, you old tight-wad? You wouldn't give a drowning man a drink of water. No, but I'm going to give you a piece of free advice just like I did Leroy. Leroy? Great Scott. Has he been here too? Beat you by an hour, Gildy. I advise him to concentrate on places where people have time to read, like the firehouse and waiting rooms, the railroad station and places like that, places where people know for hours. Well, Horace, those are your feet on your desk. Now, this is no time to be bitter. I have an idea for you, too. I can hardly wait. Since it's a house and bar magazine, sell it where people are building and where there are firms out beyond the city limits. The suburbs, by George, that is an idea, you old goat? Yes, sir, I'll get started on that right away. Goodbye, Horace. Remember, Gildy, the best thing for all concerned is for you to get out of town. Right. What did he mean by that? Why can't they build the suburbs in town? Ma'am, could I interest you in... hmmm... after your back? I just can't do it. I can't face another one. D. Roy can ride around in luxury on a free bicycle. Confound it all, I ought to plaster his back porch. Wait till I get my hands on that taxi! Yes! Right to your door. I'll be 275. What? It is 275. All right, it was worth it. Here you are. Oh, thanks. Sorry I can't subscribe to your magazine, but like I say, the wife takes care of them things. My poor feet. I buy George and I... Oh, hello there, Mr. Bullard. Walking, I see. Just a little stroll before supper, Gildy Sleeve. Care to jog me? No, I've already had my exercise for the day. Oh, looks like quite a heavy briefcase you're carrying. Water bills, Mr. Bullard. Receipts, you know. Oh, I thought perhaps you were helping Leroy. Craig tells me he's been selling magazines, too. Mr. Bullard, rather than sell that magazine, I'd buy Leroy a bicycle. That's the way I figured it, Gildy Sleeve. Matter of fact, I told Craig as soon as he sold one copy, his little lesson was over. I bought the rest. Huh? Yes, Gildy Sleeve, you were our first and only customer. Well, good evening to you. Good evening. Well, that does it. Leroy will keep on riding his old bicycle and... Oh! Why does that darn kid leave his bicycle over? Oh, brother. Look at those spokes. Now, I've got to get him a new bicycle. The great Gildy Sleeve will be back very shortly. One of the finest compliments we get is praise of the great Gildy Sleeve. One of the finest compliments we get is praise of Parquet Margarine's quality. So I'd like to tell you how we earn this praise. In making Parquet Margarine, Kraft insists on the choices to farm products. Top grade skin milk selected for Parquet is sweet and fresh, pasteurized, and carefully cultured for flavor. Another product chosen with great care is the highly refined vegetable oil, Kraft blends into Parquet Margarine. And the vitamin A we add to Parquet is likewise the finest. Then, having selected these quality ingredients, Kraft applies years of know-how in skillful blending to produce this spread with the fresh, country-sweet flavor millions prefer. That's why you can be sure that every time you ask for Parquet, you'll always get the same fine quality. So remember to look first for delicious nourishing Parquet. P-A-R-K-A-Y. Parquet Margarine of Kraft quality. Thanks, Uncle Morty. Sure it's nice of you to subscribe to all 50 of those magazines. The sum of $50 is no sense. Doc Martin, the killer's leave. Well, maybe that's cheap for a new bike at that. Sure, and it really only cost you $49. I saw one subscription, remember? I'd rather forget. Now all we've got to do is fill out this form and mail it with a check. Two days, Uncle. Whereas, yes, whereas, you know, bicycle absolutely free. That's right, that's right. Fine print, isn't it, Doc? Always want to read the fine print, Leroy. Let's see. Mail together with this form properly completed. In addition to... Wait a minute. In addition to... Something wrong, Doc? What's the matter? Leroy, finally, to cover shipping and service charges on your super deluxe skid-away bicycle, comma, please enclose your check for the additional sum of $30. Okay. The great girl's leave is played by Harold Cowley. The musical is by Jack Nathan. Included in the cast are Walter Tetley as Leroy, Louise Erikson as Marjorie, and Lillian Randolph as Birdie. Oh, wow. They've come in now for Duffy Cowley. This is John Lang saying goodnight to the Crab Food Company and inviting you to listen in again next Wednesday for the further adventures of the Great Gildersleeve. Good night. Surprise the family often with delicious homemade ice cream. Yes, it's easy to make rich, velvety smooth ice cream right in your own refrigerator with the new craft product called Frizz. One package of Frizz, FRIZZ, makes six generous servings. You simply add water, a little sugar, and freeze according to the directions on the package. Add fruit juices or flavoring for velvety. 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