State Fair

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Our state fair is a

great state fair

Don't miss it

Don't even be late

It's dollars to doughnuts

that our state fair

Is the best state fair in our state

Our state fair is a

great state fair

Don't miss it

Don't even be late

It's dollars to doughnuts

that our state fair

Is the best state fair in our state

Take it easy, Blue Boy. Your

supper will be here any minute.

I wish I knew what was

keeping that feller.

Our state fair is a

great state fair

Don't miss it

Don't even be late

It's dollars to doughnuts

that our state fair

Is the best state fair in our state

Dad! Daddy, I just had

Mr. Cramer on the phone.

He said Dave Miller stopped

by his place 10 minutes ago

- to put water in his radiator.

- Thanks, daughter.

Margy?

- Have you finished your packing?

- Not yet. I was just going to.

I don't know what's got into you lately.

All you do is sit around and mope.

I don't sit around and mope.

Well, stop moping now and

finish your packing.

Always saying she doesn't

know what's got into me.

I'll be glad to get to the fair,

hear something different, see

something different for a change.

What has got into me, anyway?

The things I used to like

I don't like anymore

I want a lot of other things

I've never had before

It's just like Mother says

I sit around and mope

Pretending I am wonderful

And knowing I'm a dope

- Margy?

- Yes, Mother?

As soon as you're finished, I want you to

come down and help me with the pickles.

In a minute, Mother.

Pickles!

I'm as restless as a willow

In a windstorm

I'm as jumpy as a puppet

On a string

I'd say that I had spring fever

But I know it isn't spring

I'm starry-eyed and

vaguely discontented

Like a nightingale

without a song to sing

Oh, why should I have spring fever

When it isn't even spring

I keep wishing

I were somewhere else

Walking down a strange, new street

Hearing words that

I have never heard

From a man I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider

Spinning daydreams

I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing

I haven't seen a

crocus or a rosebud

Ora robin on the wing

But I feel so gay

In a melancholy way

That it might as well be spring

It might as well be

Spring

Margy!

I'm coming, Mother.

Come on, boy.

Ah, he'll win first this year sure.

He's half again the hog

he was last year.

You don't really expect to win, do

you, with that animated lard can?

Say, listen, you can say

anything you please about me,

but don't say anything bad

about Blue Boy.

That's the finest Hampshire

boar that ever breathed.

If you think that, he's

just as good as beat now.

Be better if he was

third or fourth best.

- He'd stand a better chance.

- What are you talking about?

If a hog or a man ever got what

he was entitled to just once,

the eternal stars would quit

making melody in the spheres.

Oh, there you go

with that book talk again.

I say he's the best hog in the state,

and the judges will say so too.

They might.

But if that turns out good,

then something else

will probably happen.

- He might catch pneumonia...

- Oh!

or hog cholera,

or you might catch pneumonia.

Or something might happen

to Wayne or Margy.

Oh!

Mark my words, Abel, there's

compensation in this world.

For every good, there's bad. Now,

Ralph Waldo Emerson tells us...

I don't care what

Waldo Emerson tells us!

Look, I'll just make

a little bet with you.

- On what?

- I'll bet you we go to the fair...

and Blue Boy

will win the grand award.

And nothing bad will happen

to him, me or my family.

Yes, and we'll all have

a good time too

and be better off for it

after the fair is over.

It's a foolish bet, Abel. If you'd

asked me, I'd have given you 10-to-1.

But you didn't ask me,

so it's an even bet.

- Five dollars?

- Five dollars is right.

I'll be around for the money

the day you get back.

- Be around with the money, you mean.

- You'll see. You'll see.

Yeah, I'll see.

Well, well, what's this?

You got your chains on.

You expecting a shower?

Nope. I'm expecting good weather.

That's why I put my chains on,

so I wouldn't be fooled.

Do you want your name "Mrs. Abel

Frake" or "Mrs. Melissa Frake"?

Melissa Frake, I guess. With

your father entering Blue Boy,

the judges might get us mixed.

Hog cholera, pneumonia.

He left out earthquakes,

the old gloom spreader.

Poor Dad.

Mmm, I don't know.

Let me taste.

- Don't taste like Grandma Stidger's.

- I followed her recipe.

- I'll get it.

- You left something out.

Abel Frake, I am not gonna

put liquor into my cooking!

Making mincemeat without brandy?

No such thing.

I don't approve of it,

and I won't do it.

Well, you'll be sorry. You know,

those judges at the fair,

they like a little snifter

now and then.

- It's Eleanor, for Wayne.

- Wayne's out back somewhere.

I'll find him.

Why don't you say hello

to Eleanor, Ma?

See how her mother is. You know, they

had the doctor again this morning.

- I suppose I should.

- Find out if she's going to the fair.

Yes, I will.

Hello, Eleanor. How are you, dear?

How's your mother feeling?

Yes, I know. I'm sorry I couldn't

get by to see her today,

but I've been so busy getting

ready to leave and all.

Oh, well, I'm glad

she's better, dear.

Wayne'll be here any moment.

Just hold on.

And be sure to give

my love to your mother.

Thank you, dear. Good-bye.

- Abel?

- Hmm?

I need a good-sized box, or cotton.

Something to carry my pickles in.

Know just what you want, Ma.

I'll get it for you right away.

"Stir in apples and molasses,

spices, lemons..."

"Two parts good brandy."

No, I won't!

- Eph, where's Wayne?

- Wayne? He's back there in the barn.

Thank you, mister.

And now, I think I'll have a

try at that fancy brass clock.

Yes, that one.

- There ya are.

- Wayne?

There's a nice string of pearls.

I think I'll have a go at them.

- Oh, I know they're fakes, but...

- Wayne!

What are you doing?

- How long you been there?

- Just a little while.

Why didn't you say somethin'

instead of just standing there?

Who were you talking to?

And does Mother know you have

her embroidery hoops out here?

Look, just leave me alone, will ya?

And stop prying in other people's affairs.

Speaking of affairs,

Eleanor's on the phone.

Eleanor? Well, Christmas!

Why didn't you tell me?

Eleanor's on the phone.

Hello, Eleanor? Hi, honey. What'd the

doctor say about your mother? Can you go?

Well, I don't know

what to do, Wayne.

The doctor said she's

a little better, but...

Oh, but, Eleanor, you've got to go!

I've made a lot

of plans for us. What?

I keep wishing

I were somewhere else

Walking down a strange, new street

Hearing words

that I have never heard

From a man

I've yet to meet

He would be a kind

of handsome combination

Of Ronald Colman Charles Boyer

And Bing

Margy. My dear, little Margy.

I'd make the world a ruby for

your little finger and say,

"I love you.

I love you. I love you."

Ah, Margy. You are beautiful.

You are so very beautiful.

And we feel so gay

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