Our Miss Brooks: Sunnydale Finishing School

Ladies and gentlemen, the start of the program, are Miss Brooks. Brought to you, usually at this time, sponsored by the Colgate Pommal of Pete Company, is being delayed momentarily due to technical difficulties beyond our control.

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Brought to you by the Colgate Palm Hall of Pete Company. But now, technical difficulty is being restored. We take you to our Miss Brooks. Oh, yes, Mrs. Davis. Something pretty important's come up that I've got to discuss with Mr. Boyhan.

I'm meeting him at the zoo right now. Tell you all about it when I come back. Goodbye. Oh, Connie, you left a couple of letters on your dresser. Huh. She must be in a hurry.

She didn't even open her mail, except this one. Huh. Dear Miss Brooks, as principal of Sunnydale finishing school. Oh, I shouldn't be reading Connie's mail. I'll get on with my vacuuming. First, I'll get this corner here. Still, it's pretty dirty over by that dresser. As principal of Sunnydale finishing school, I hereby acknowledge your application for a position. Oh, I'm terrible.

I'd let it get over to the other side of the room. Still pretty dirty around Connie's letter, uh, dresser. Aplication for a position as an English teacher at our school. This is to inform you.

Oh, I better shut this thing off. I can hardly hear what I'm reading. This is to inform you that we have a noteening at Sunnydale, and we're looking forward to a personal interview. Very truly yours, Jonathan, Margaret Davis.

Don't you dare read another word of this letter. No wonder Connie was so excited. Sunny Day was one of the most exclusive schools in the country. But that would mean you're leaving Madison high. Oh, this is awful.

I better phone Osgoode Conkrent. As principal of Madison High School, he ought to know about this. Hello? Hello. Martha. This is Margaret Davis. Oh, hello, Margaret. How are you on this fine day after Thanksgiving?

Well, frankly, Martha, I'm a little upset. So is Osgood. He ate himself into a coma yesterday. Oh, then, maybe you better not tell him today. Tell him what? That our Miss Brooks may be leaving Madison high to take a position at Sunnydale Finishing School.

Sunnydale Finishing School? How do you know, Margaret? Did Miss Brooks tell you? Not exactly, but I got it from the principle of Sunnydale himself, Jonathan F. The Jonathan F. Who? Um, hold the wire in a minute.

Buyers. Jonathan F. Buyers. Is he there now? Yes, right on Miss Brooks' dresser. I mean... Martha, look. You've got to promise me you'll never be the word of this to Miss Brooks or anyone else.

Oh, I promise, Margaret. Bant. Just by accident, I just happened to read a letter that was lying on Miss Brooks' dresser. By accident, Margaret? Yes, I just happened to have my glasses on. But what are we going to do, Martha? We can't let Miss Berkeley Madison.

No, we certainly can't. Tell you what, Margaret. I'll talk this over with my daughter, Harriet, and call your back later. Alright, and remember, you promised not to mention a word about my reading Miss Brooks' nail.

Oh, of course, my dear. Goodbye. Goodbye. Oh, I hope that you'll be able to think of some way to keep her here. Oh, hello, Minerva, I'll get you some milk in a minute there. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Now, to stop licking your paw you know what it does to you. You. You whom, Miss Brugs. Here I am, over here by these birds. Oh, of course, Mr. tybon. I thought you were a little tall for a pelican.

It was nice of you to meet me. How'd you get over here so quickly? It was simple, I dressed on the way over. But now that I'm here, what was it you wanted to see me about?

Well, perhaps we'd better sit down while I tell you. Here's a bench under this tree. Fine. There. You comfortable? Perfectly. Miss Brooks, I... Yes, Mr. Barton? Well, you must forgive me if I seem overexcited, but frankly, I never thought this day would come.

You didn't? No, I didn't. Yes. No. Well, before it goes, why didn't you think it would ever come? Because of the... Because of the things that have happened in the past, or rather because of the things that haven't happened in the past.

Those are the ones that bother me too. You realize, of course, I'm referring to the migratory habits of the Arctic Grackle. Oh, I realized that a long time ago. I just didn't want to let on.

This is the first time a Grackle has ever been south of the Canadian border. Maybe he was waiting till after the election. I knew that something was afoot when I looked out of my window this morning and saw a black and blue bullfinch.

What happened to him? Get caught in a badminton game? The movements of the Grackle can be very accurately chartered by closely observing the bullfinch, since they are in the truest tense of the word full cousins to the mottled thrush.

Where did he come from? Hachimbei. And almost all of these species and twerk like to lay their eggs in a soft, downy nest amid quiet surroundings. That's why I sent for you, Miss Brooks. Good. I'll take my hat off and keep my mouth shut.

I know this sounds terribly involved, but actually it's quite simple. You see, my uncle's farm in Boonville is a perfect nesting ground for both Boulphinch and Thrush. How does your aunt feel about that? They both love birds.

They've built a sanctuary for them, and I have an idea that if I get right up there, I may stumble into some Grackle eggs. It sounds like fun if you don't mind albumin' on your oxfords.

LAUGHTER That's right. It's not as good to meet me to say goodbye. Goodbye? But Mr. Boynton, haven't you heard the old saying? Two Grackle hunters are better than one? Oh, but you couldn't come along with me.

It's a 10-hour drive to Booneville, and we'd have to stay overnight. Oh, but we'd certainly be well chaperone, what with your aunt and uncle, and all those bullfinches. Yes, they did have 600 of them up there last year, but I don't know them as Brooks.

Even with the chaperones, you know how people talk, and unless we didn't say anything about it. But even then they might find out, although we'd only begun a couple of days, still if the rumor got around that we were, because we wouldn't be.

Then there are those who might... Oh, but how could they? What do you think, Miss Brooks? Why should I bother and decide among yourselves? And it is kind of a long trip to make a lawn.

Maybe you're right, Miss Brooks. Why, with the two of us traveling together, time will fly. We can chat together, eat together, and pay for the gas together. Still insist that no one should hear about it, though.

For the sake of both our reputation, absolute secrecy is essential. Not a word of this must cross our lips. Can I depend on you not to devote job plans to a living soul? On your alamis books?

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on the CBS Sing It Again program on Saturday night. The clue again, The Phantom is a famous ghost who galloped far from post to post. And now as she quietly prepares for a weekend in the country, our Miss Brooks is blissfully unaware of the furor caused by the five-year-old letter which she left on her dresser.

Let's look in now on Martha Conklin as she discusses the situation with her daughter Harriet. So you see Harriet, it looks very much like your favorite teacher will soon be leaving Madison Hall. Oh, that's terrible, Mother. Have you told Daddy about it yet?

Not yet, Harriet. I'm waiting until he recovers from his Thanksgiving dinner. You know how upset he gets when we mention the shortage of teachers. Oh, yes. Golly, Mother. He's been lying over there on the couch for hours.

Do you think he's all right? Oh, of course he's all right. He's just sleeping. Aren't you as good? I say, aren't you just sleeping off good? Mm. Mm. Right? No, no, no. Take it away. Take it.

Oh, oh. I guess I was having a nightmare. A nightmare, Daddy? Yes, I dreamt I was still eating. I swear I don't know how those pilgrims did it. Did what, Osgood? ate all that turkey and port Indians, besides.

I'm surprised at you, Daddy. That's not the real Thanksgiving spirit. A lot I've got to be thankful for. Well, you've got us, Daddy. Mother and me. Yeah. I've got you all right. I've also got the school.

A school full of overcrowded classrooms and a horde of unreasonable teachers, constantly screaming for a living wage. Now, Osgood, don't work yourself up into a stew. Oh, please! Don't even mention words like that. You haven't got the right attitude, Daddy.

Nowadays, if you can hang on to the good teachers, you've got anything else you get us gravy. Please, please. Not you, too. Maybe we ought to go out and let your father sleep a while longer here.

Yes, that's a splendid suggestion, mother. Oh, this couch feels good. Oh, look at it. And mother? Hi, Harriet. Hello, Mrs. Conklin. Hello, Walter. And how are you, Mr. Conklin? You certainly look peaceful. I was, then.

Did you finish your lunch, Harriet? I just finished mine. We had plenty of turkey left over from yesterday and I just ate the part that went over the... Oh no! No! No matter what your father, Harriet, doesn't he feel good?

Not too good, Walter. Let's go into the other room. Okay. I hope you feel better, Mr. Conklin. I guess it was a mistake to hash over Thanksgiving again. No. I'm not going to get you to Walter. There's something you want to tell me.

Guess what, Walter? Miss Brooks is leaving Madison high. What? in no area mother found out for Mrs. Davis Mrs. Davis how does she know we can't repeat that Walter repeat what that Mrs. Davis read a letter Miss Brooks left on her dresser it was a letter offering her a position at funny deal finishing

school Sunnydale but that's 500 miles from here oh we've got to do something but maybe we can cook up some kind of a scheme to make her stay I know we'll pretend I've become a delinquent do you think it'll work it's got to work have you told Mr. Conklin about this? Not yet. We didn't want to upset him. Well, we'll find out sooner or later and there's no sense in waiting until it's too late.

Somebody ought to tell him right away. I agree. Don't you, mother? Yes, Harry, and I do. Somebody ought to tell him. Walder? Don't look at me. If I go in there now, you'll bite my head off. Don't be silly, Walder. Mr. Conklin won't eat anything for two more days.

Be Connie. Oh, I'm kind of busy right now, Mrs. Davis. She would come around just when I'm packing. Well, come on in. Why, Connie, you're going away. No, Mrs. Davis, I'm not going away. Then why are you packing that bag?

I'm going away, Mrs. Davis. I'm surprised at your constant, leaving town without even selling goodbye. Enough to be bitten so close. Oh, please don't feel that way, Mrs. Davis. I just didn't want to discuss it right now.

You see, I have a lot of things to do. Well, I don't want anybody to seem to be like this. You answer the door, Connie. I'm going into the kitchen and make some tea. All right, Mrs. Davis.

Hello, Miss Brooke. I've just got to talk to you for a minute. Come in, Harriet. Let's sit here in the living room. I can't stay very long, but I'll- It is true. You are leaving town.

Leaving town? How did you know, Harriet? What's the difference I know? And I realize it might be a pretty good opportunity for you. Pretty good, with half a break from the Grackle, it's perfect. Right.

Right. Oh, look, Harriet, I appreciate your interest, but I think I have to make my own decision in a matter like this. Oh, I know it seems attractive now, but later on, you'll regret it.

Well, I'll have to take my chances on that. Well, if you won't consider yourself, consider the ones who care for you. Think of Walter Danten. Is that a must? He's going to pieces. His parents, me, nobody can do anything with him.

You got to straighten him out, Miss Brooks. What in the world are you talking about, Harriet? It's the career he's decided upon. Wolders been reading a big book lately about the treasury department and counterfeiters.

Well, that's nothing to be alarmed about. Every boy his age wants to be a T-man or a G-man or some kind of a letterman. But he doesn't want to be a T-man. He wants to be a counterfeiter.

A counterfeiter? Oh, I'll get it. Hello, Wolders. Come in. Hiya, Miss Brooks. I'm glad I nailed you before you took it on the lamb. Let's ankle into the living room. Oh, hello, Harriet. How's my little confederate to be, huh?

See, Miss Brooks, do you have a funny hat? What is all this nonsense, Walter? What do you mean nonsense? I'm making money hand over fist. The only trouble is scratching the green goods, ain't it, not?

You think? You gotta get a good queer, Trevor, to help you pass the bootle. We're Trevor, so far. A paper hanger, you know, snide pitcher. You can have the best cognac run a world, make your slush, but if you ain't got a top build posted, a push to flash, you might as well slough the screwy and scramble for the McCoy.

You're gonna follow me? Yes, but if I could find my way back alone, I'd leave now. You've gotta do something, Miss Brooks. Walter wasn't cut out for a life of crime. Oh, now listen you two.

I don't know what's behind all this, but this is... Oh, it's simple. When you get to where you're going, I'll send you a few stacks of hot to shove. I don't want to shove no hot.

I mean... I wish somebody would tell me what's coming. The good thing I never build a better mousetrap. Good afternoon, Miss Brooks. Why, it's Mr. Mousetrap. I mean, Mr. Kottie. Come on in. Who is that, Connie?

It's Mr. Conklin. Oh, hello, Osgoode. I was just making some tea, but you know what they say. A watch pot never boils. Hello, Margaret. Now there, Miss Brooks, I'll be brief. I know that you're leaving town.

You too? But he must be reading my mail. On second thought, I'd better go back and watch that pot. You're after it. Miss Brooks, I think I can say without fear of contradiction that I know how to run a school as well as any principal in the country.

Well, I guess you do, Mr. Conqulin. That's why I'm here, to ask you to reconsider this proposition you have. Proposition? Yes. I can offer you anything he can. Mrs. Conqulin say if she knew you were talking this way.

She's all for it. What? And so is my daughter, Harriet. Oh, now please, Mr. Conqulin. I've had a rather puzzling day so far, but this is... It just happens that your daughter is in the living room now. I think we better go in there.

I'll be glad. Hello Harriet. Walter. Hi Mr. Carkeland. I'm awfully glad you decided to put your pride in your pocket and come over here. Did you ask her yet? Yes Harriet I did. The rest is up to Miss Brooks. Don't go away anybody. I'll punch your transfers when I get back.

Mr. Boynton. Yes Miss Brooks it's I. May I come in? Of course. I've still got a single in the mezzanine. But I can't help wondering what happened to that oath of secrecy we took. That's what I'd like to know.

I thought you weren't going to tell anybody about our trip to my uncle's place. I didn't say a word about it. You didn't? No. I've never seen so many wagging tongues in all my life.

You think you've seen wagging tongues? My living room looks like a delicatessen. I just don't understand. Oh, hello folks. Hi Mr. Wharton. Oh, I'm glad you're here, Boynton. you can help get Miss Brooks to change her mind.

Well, I don't wish to appear in subordinate, sir, but frankly, I thought the trip might do us both a lot of good. Both? No. Don't tell me you're leaving too. Pretty soon, there'll be no faculty left at Madison High whatsoever.

We might as well all go. I don't think his uncle and aunt have room for you all. Besides, Mr. Consel, I think where I go and what I do is nobody's business but my own.

And I say it is our business. Why you should want to go traipsing after Sunnydale finishing school is beyond me. It's a Sunnydale finishing school. Of course. Now there's no sense in beating about the book.

Mrs. Davis read the letter you left on your dresser this morning and we know you've been offered a job there. Oh, that letter. Well that's over five years old, Mr. Conkel and I turned that job down long ago.

Oh I'm so happy Miss Broth! Hooray! Now I can go straight. But then what were we talking about? You and Mr. Boyden. What was... How was... Why did Miss Brooks just wear were you and Mr. Boynton going together?

That, Mr. Conklin, is a secret between Mr. Boynton, myself, and 600 bullfinches. Arden, as our Miss Brooks returns in just a moment, but first... Dream, girl, dream, girl, beautiful, luster cream, girl. Tonight, show him how much lovelier your hair can look after a luster cream shampoo.

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Well, after everyone found out about our plans, Mr. Boyne naturally called off the expedition. But things weren't a total loss, because Saturday afternoon he took me back to the zoo, and we sat by the aviary once again.

You know, Miss Brooks, even though our trip didn't work out, I was very gratified to learn of your interest in birds and wildlife in general. Yes, I'm a great bird for wildlife. Since this common interest of ours has brought us so much closer together, there's something else I want to tell you, Miss Brooks, something I think you ought to know.

What's that, Mr. Boyne? a pelican here who holds 18 pounds of fish in his beak. What's he waiting for, the price to go up? To another hour of Miss Brooks Show, what you buy, plumber and soul, your beauty hope, and bluster cream sample for soft, glamorous, green girl hair.

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