By the Light of the Silvery Moon

By the light of the silvery moon

I want to spoon

To my honey I'll croon love's tune

Honeymoon, keep a-shining in June

Your silvery beams

will bring love's dreams

We'll be cuddling soon

By the silvery moon

- By the light

- By the light, by the light

- Of the silvery moon

- Of the silvery moon

- I want to spoon

- I want to sit and spoon

To my honey, I'll croon

Love's tune

- Honeymoon

- Honeymoon, honeymoon

- Keep a-shining in June

- In June

Your silvery beams

will bring love's dreams

We'll be cuddling soon

By the silvery moon

- Hello, Mr. Winfield.

- Good afternoon.

That's Mr. Winfield,

Vice-President of our First National Bank,

Chairman of the Civic Betterment League,

and twice winner of the Elks' picnic

potato-sack race.

- Hello, George.

- Hello, darling.

See that woman he just kissed?

That's Mrs. Winfield.

They've been married for 20 years,

and she knows how to handle him,

in spite of all of his faults.

Know what his biggest fault is?

He doesn't think he has any.

The Winfields have two children,

a boy and girl.

That's the girl!

Her name is Marjorie.

She's fixin' to marry the boy

across the street, Bill Sherman.

Now that the war has ended,

he'll be home soon.

This is the Winfield boy, Wesley,

and, Max, the dog.

Okay, Max, now you're all fingerprinted.

Okay, Gregory, you're next.

This is Gregory, the turkey.

Wesley is their second child.

If he'd been the first,

there never would have been a second.

Oh, you're probably wondering who I am.

Well, don't be so nosy.

Alice! Alice! Look.

And on the front page, too.

"Private William Sherman,

of the 161st Infantry,

"has received his honorable discharge

and will soon be in our midst again."

Oh, isn't that wonderful, George?

Stella, go call Marjorie.

Well, we'll be having a man

around the house again.

A young man.

Well, Mother,

the next time William Sherman's picture

is in the paper,

Marjorie's will be right along beside it.

I guess I've looked forward

to this wedding as much as they have.

More.

Well, don't make it sound

like I'm trying to get rid of Margie.

Being a responsible father,

I happen to be old-fashioned enough

to want to see our grown daughter

take her rightful position

- in the institution of marriage.

- I know, George,

but Marjorie's awfully young.

She's only 18.

Darling, you were only 18

when you were married.

But that's different. I'm her mother.

Yes, dear.

I just heard the news

that Bill's coming home!

Isn't it wonderful?

It might be more wonderful

if he were coming home

to a charming, feminine young lady

instead of a grease monkey.

Father, somebody in this family

has to know about mechanics.

This is the Machine Age!

I would appreciate it if you would

confine your genius to a sewing machine.

- Does it need fixing?

- That's not what your father meant.

When I patriotically consented

for you to work around Ike Hickey's Garage

during the emergency, I didn't intend

for you to make a career out of it.

Father...

- Oh, that must be Mr. Finley.

- I'll answer it, Stella. You get Wesley.

Tell him it's time for his piano lesson.

That's not the way to get him.

- Good afternoon, Chester.

- Good afternoon, Marjorie.

- Sweets for the sweet.

- Oh, Chester.

Cream centers.

Really, you mustn't

bring me gifts all the time.

But, Marjorie,

we have been seeing a lot of each other.

Yes, I know, Chester,

and you've been such a good friend,

acting as my escort and taking me

to the church socials and everything.

Oh, and there's so much more I could do

for you, if you'd only let me.

Now, Chester, you promised.

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