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Gildersleeve faces the New Year with a problem. He is to be married, and is having second thoughts. It was all just to be able to adopt the baby, but last week the baby was reunited with her real dad. Can he get out of the wedding? Should he even be thinking such things?
He is on edge with Birdie and the kids. It doesn’t help when LeRoy shares his latest problem, his pet turtle is lonesome and LeRoy wants to get a mate for him. Marjorie is looking for her movie magazine. She inadvertently cheers him up when she thinks that Adeline may have changed her mind about the marriage, since the baby is out of the picture.
Gildy goes to check up on the matter, and give Adeline the chance to break things off. Will she catch his hints? She does have changes to the wedding plans in mind, but not what Gildy hoped for.
At home again, Judge Hooker has stopped in for a social call. He breaks the news that the wedding is to be moved up sooner than later. Everybody seems happy over it, all except Gildersleeve. That night, Gildy has a restless sleep, and dreams about his pending wedding. Will he have the courage to face up to Adeline and break things off?
He takes his troubles to Peavey. Not only is Peavey thrilled over the wedding, he tells about the bash that the Jolly Boys club are planning for his send off. The guys take turns roasting the guest of honor, and making jokes about marriage. Their support for his marriage makes it all the more difficult for Gildy to back out.
Gildy takes his personal problems to the minister. The pastor hears Gildy, and see’s through the bluster to give Gildersleeve the out he needs. Basically that honesty pays off better than in grudgingly doing a duty.
Note: The writers are kind to him, and give Gildy the easy out. Adeline admits that she really doesn’t love him, and suggests the wedding be called off. How convenient, and just what Marjorie suggested at the beginning of the show. I bet those girls had been talking to each other already, don’t you?
