By the Light of the Silvery Moon Page #8

Life is fine when you rise and shine

With the king of the barnyard

King Chanticleer

Hello, Marjorie. You were wonderful.

You were wonderful.

You were wonderful.

Marjorie! You're not leaving?

Oh, Chester, please forgive me,

but I'm not in the best of spirits tonight.

Bill!

Marjorie, there's no need to be mysterious

any longer, Marjorie.

I happen to know now

why you can't marry me.

Huh?

A fine thing.

A soldier overseas and his sweetheart

carrying on with another man.

What are you saying?

Why, you know perfectly well

the only man I saw while you were away

- was Chester Finley.

- I thought it was you.

There I was fighting for democracy,

and you were supposed

to keep the home fires burning.

Well, apparently,

you two didn't even need a fire.

- Why, I ought to...

- Bill.

Now, Marjorie,

you don't have to defend me.

If you're worth having,

you're worth fighting for.

Well, I'm glad you feel that way because

you and I are going in the locker room.

Please. I'm not worth it.

Would you hold these, please? Thank you.

Go ahead, Finley, you'd better start it,

because I'm gonna finish it.

Very well.

I don't know.

Chester, you hit Bill?

Well, I hope it was him.

I didn't have my glasses on.

Bill, are you hurt?

Really, Bill, aren't you being childish

about Chester?

Well, you know very well

I've always considered him a bore.

He must have been very boring that night

you responded to his admiration.

What are you saying?

The reason you didn't want to get married.

"The thought of one of us being married

to another is most agonizing."

Where did you get this?

You ought to know.

You gave it to Wesley to burn.

Bill. Bill.

- Chester didn't write that note.

- What?

I was hoping

I'd never have to tell you this, but...

Well, it was written by somebody else.

- Somebody else? Who?

- My father.

Your father?

Yes. My father sent that note

to that French actress, Miss La Rue.

Marjorie Winfield,

you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

What a fantastic story,

besmirching the good name of your father.

Of all the cheap contemptible tricks!

Well, if that's all the trust you have in me,

William Sherman,

I'm glad I found you out!

You old fuddy-duddy!

For heaven's sake, Miss Marjorie,

where have you been all morning?

I've been down at Ike Hickey's

cleaning up the sleigh for tonight.

It's better than sitting around,

moping about Bill.

The idea of Wesley

letting Bill get ahold of that note.

I gave him the piano for this morning.

It wasn't Wesley's fault.

And as for William Sherman,

I wouldn't marry him if he were the last...

If he were the only boy in the world,

I wouldn't.

Hello, George.

Hello, Alice.

What's the matter? Is anything wrong?

No. Everythings wonderful,

just wonderful.

This morning, our daughters fianc

canceled his loan at the bank,

quit his job,

and announced he was leaving town.

- Leaving town?

- What did you say? Bill's gone?

Taking the 11:
30.

- 11:
30?

- That's what I said.

Well, then he's already gone.

Oh, Marjorie, you poor dear child.

Poor dear child? Look at her.

No wonder men leave town.

A fine picture of Grace,

beauty and femininity.

George.

Well, I may be getting on in years,

but I still know

what a man looks for in a woman.

I imagine you do!

And as for William Sherman leaving,

all I can say is, "Good riddance!"

It seems to me, a young lady of your age,

from a good home,

blessed with such fine parents...

Marjorie, I've been passive about a lot

of queer things going on around here,

but now I would like to know

what happened between you and Bill.

Bill's jealous of Chester.

He made a big scene and then

he accused me of being untrue to him.

Well, you've been very open

and above-board

about your relationships with...

How dare he accuse my daughter,

a Winfield, of being untrue.

Why, the impulsive fool,

suspecting Chester. He must be an idiot.

Pardon me, Chester.

If I ever see that William Sherman again...

Please, Father, I'm trying to forget him.

I'd like to help, Marjorie.

Would you care

to go to the nickelodeon tonight?

I can't tonight, Chester.

I'm taking the family out.

You can come along if you want to.

My mother and father

are celebrating their anniversary.

- Alice, we nearly forgot.

- So we did.

Let's see, he left at 11:30.

The telegram would be delivered to him

when the train reach Muncie at 3:00.

Now, if he gets the westbound train,

it'll get him back here in Milburn at 7:15.

- That's fine.

- Good.

- Here is your lunch, Homer.

- Thanks, Toby.

You better keep your message

down to 10 words, son.

Ten words?

Maybe I can help you.

You just tell me what you wanna say.

Well, it's kind of a secret.

Oh, all telegrams are confidential.

Well...

Bill left town because he thought

a love letter

that Marjorie gave me to burn

was from Chester Finley.

But it wasn't.

It was a letter that Father was sending

to that actress lady, Miss La Rue.

I never would have believed it

of George Winfield.

I'd believe it about any man.

Your poor mother.

Oh, she doesn't know.

But Marjorie and Bill

were supposed to get married.

I'll write the telegram for you, son.

And remember, Toby,

company business is confidential.

Strictly confidential!

And if this gets out,

I'll know where it came from.

Did you hear the news?

That George Winfield is running around

with that actress.

- Hello.

- Did you hear the news?

That George Winfield is running around

with that actress.

You don't say.

My word, who'd have ever thought it?

Homer, you'll never believe.

Did you know that that George Winfield

has been carrying on with that actress?

Remember this?

Mother,

am I a little eccentric in thinking

ice skating is a peculiar way

to celebrate one's 20th anniversary?

Well, I told Marjorie

about a certain evening at Miller's Pond,

and I guess she is like her mother,

sentimental.

I'll forget you

When I can live without the sunshine

I'll forget you

When I can live without the rain

When summer roses

Forget their fragrance

And the songbird

His sweet refrain

I'll forget you

When I can live without the moonlight

I'll forget you

When I can live without the sun

Though Heaven's gladness

May turn to sadness

I'll never forget you

Sweetheart

Gee, Sis, I'm sorry about letting

Bill get ahold of that note.

It's all right, Wesley. You couldn't help it.

It's all my fault. I ought to kill myself.

- Wesley.

- It's only rubber.

See you, Sis. I'm working on a case.

- I hope you get your man.

- So do I.

Honestly, Marjorie, I feel ridiculous.

I just hope this whole idea of yours works.

Stella, we know

that Father's still in love with Mother.

This is just the thing to rekindle the flame.

- Hello, Chester.

- Hello, Marjorie.

- You see, I've accepted your invitation.

- I'm awfully glad.

Marjorie!

Excuse me, Stella.

- What are you waiting for?

- We'll be out in just a minute.

- Stella, Wesley and Mr. Hickey are here.

- Oh.

Come on, Mother, let's go.

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