sid in a sweater

Lucy and Clint Walker

S4;E24 ~ March 7, 1966

Synopsis

Lucy wants to knit a sweater for her boyfriend for his birthday. After she cleverly obtains his measurements, she finds out he hates the color she has chosen.  

Regular Cast

Lucille Ball (Lucy Carmichael), Gale Gordon (Theodore J. Mooney), Mary Jane Croft (Mary Jane Lewis)

Guest Cast

Clint Walker (Frank Winslow) is probably best remembered as the title character in “Cheyenne” (1955-1962), TV’s first hour-long western. In real life, he had a twin sister named Lucille. Walker previously appeared as Frank Winslow in “Lucy and the Sleeping Beauty” (S4;E9). On May 30, 2017, he celebrated his 90th birthday.

Frank says he was born in  Iowa and from a family of five sisters.  As a kid, he got second prize in a spelling bee winning a pair of roller skates.  He didn’t want the first prize, a red sled. He hates the color red because the teacher circled his bad grades in red ink.  Frank has a lethargic basset hound named Lightning. 

Sid Gould (Sid, Off Screen Voice) made more than 45 appearances on “The Lucy Show,” all as background characters. He also did 40 episodes of “Here’s Lucy.” Gould (born Sydney Greenfader) was Lucille Ball’s cousin by marriage to Gary Morton.

Gould appeared as Sam, another one of Frank’s construction workers, in “Lucy and the Sleeping Beauty” (S4;E9).  

Bennett Green (Bank Employee at the Picnic) was Desi Arnaz’s stand-in during “I Love Lucy.” He does frequent background work on “The Lucy Show.”

Bennett and a female partner are disqualified from the balloon race as the picnic scene opens.

Other male and female background performers play the Bank Employees at the Annual Picnic. 

The episode was filmed on February 3, 1966.  

Frank is the owner of Winslow Construction. In this episode he is building residential homes instead of a skyscraper as he did in his previous appearance.  

Frank has a basset hound named Lightning, who seems to have a propensity to fall asleep, much like his master did in “Lucy and the Sleeping Beauty” (S4;E9).  

Lucy reads a Columbia-Minerva catalog, a company that made yarn and other knitting and millinery products.  They were founded in 1902 and today are known as Minerva Mills.

Frank’s birthday is the same day as the Westland Bank’s Annual Employee picnic.

When Lucy oversleeps, Mr. Mooney says he has had one of the quietest morning’s since Roosevelt closed the banks. On March 6, 1933, after a month-long run on banks, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt proclaimed a Bank Holiday that shut down the American banking system. When the banks reopened on March 13, depositors stood in line to return their hoarded cash.

Frank plays the harmonica at the picnic.  Apparently the bank picnic is open to more than just bank employees. Lucy brings along Frank, Mary Jane and her boyfriend Harold (who is not seen on camera).  In an earlier scene, Lucy asks Frank if he likes a turkey sandwich.  Frank says no - the whole turkey.  So Lucy brings a whole roasted turkey to the picnic. 

Lucy’s transistor radio is seen at the picnic.  This is a frequently used prop on the show, even before Lucy moved to California.  

For winning the balloon race, Lucy and Frank win a Lawrence Welk album complete with bubble pipe.  Lawrence Welk was a hugely popular bandleader who would appear as himself on a 1970 episode of “Here’s Lucy.”  Welk called his orchestra and singers ‘The Champagne Music Makers’ so a soap bubble machine was often used to imitate the bubbles from a glass of Champagne.  

Callbacks!

This episode features a sleepy basset hound named Lightning. “Kiddie Parties Inc.” (S2;E2) featured a sleepy blood hound named Thunderbolt.  

Blooper Alerts

Mary Jane says she wishes she had a boyfriend as handsome and well built as Frank.  She says that her boyfriend Harold is short and skinny and has a size 2 neck.  In “Lucy and the Golden Greek” (S4;E2) her boyfriend was named Jim (Robert Fortier, above) who was tall, handsome and muscular, just like Frank.  

When Lucy comes home with the bags of yarn, she does not shut the front door.  Mary Jane walks through it and also does not shut it.  This is typical of “The Lucy Show.”  

The idea to knit a fire engine red wool sweater to give to a macho construction worker as a birthday gift at a warm-weather Southern California picnic is a somewhat impractical idea.  But it’s the thought that counts!

“Lucy and Clint Walker” rates 3 Paper Hearts out of 5

Sharing is Caring - Sidney Crosby

Sitting on the couch, you could feel the cool summer evening air through the open window. It had been so hot earlier and it was supposed to be another scorcher tomorrow…you couldn’t bear to close the windows and deny the apartment a refreshing cool down. So, there you sat, huddled on the sofa, your legs pulled up close to your chest, watching some reality TV show.

You heard him enter the living room before you felt Sid’s arms embrace you from behind.

“Y/N, you’re freezing! Here, lemme close the windows.” You quickly grab his arm before he’s out of reach.

“No, babe, really it’s okay. It’s been so hot lately; it’ll be nice to sleep in tonight if we keep the apartment cool.” Sidney’s mouth drew into a thin line, but your big eyes and pleading face pulled him back away from the windows and down onto the couch with you.

You sat in silence for a bit, his arm encased you, drawing you into his body heat. “What about one of my sweaters?”

You look up and meet Sidney’s gaze. He’d never offered you any of his clothes before.

“I think I have some sweaters here in my drawer…” you start to get up.

“No, no. I’m serious. What about one of my sweaters, Y/N?” Without another word, Sid pops up and disappears down the hall, presumably headed to the bedroom.

After a few minutes, Sidney returns, a worn, charcoal grey mass in his hands. “Now, I know it’s not the newest or the nicest, but this has got to be one of my favourite sweaters – it’s…cozy.” He says the last part a little reluctantly, as if something of his couldn’t be cozy. He hands it to you a little sheepishly.

You take it from him willingly and gently guide your arms and head through the correct holes, standing up so you can adjust it. A giggle escapes Sid.

“What?” you ask looking up, a smile already plastered on your face. You know exactly what he’s giggling at.

“You’re literally swimming in it!” He steps over to you and engulfs you in a hug. “But I’ve gotta say, I think it looks better on you than it does me.”

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“So. We’re doing this today.”

“We agree it’s best time.  Everybody here and happy, maybe little bit drunk.”  Geno’s smile fadees, just a little, as he looks over at Sidney.  “You change your mind?”

“No! I want to tell people.”  He tucks his tongue in his cheek, giving Geno a quick once-over as they skate past the net, where every kid old enough to hold a hockey stick is trying to score on Flower.  “And if I still want to after seeing you in that sweater, I figure this must really be something that’s gonna stick.”

“Is tradition!” Geno protests, smoothing a protective hand down the front of the garment in question: bright red and green, with a penguin that ends with its shoulders at the sweater’s collar.  The scarf around its neck—and, by extension, around Geno's—is a separate, stitched-on piece, as are the fuzzy mittens on its flippers.  “Look around, everyone else has ugly sweater, too. Everyone but you.  Ugly sweater is part of Christmas spirit, Sid.”

“Well then, you must have more spirit than anyone else.”

“Should get you Grinch sweater,” Geno teases, and it’s the exact same tone he uses at home right before his hands start to wander.  “Or Scrooge.”

“Bah humbug.”  The words come out a little breathless, and Geno’s pout transforms into a smirk that has Sidney’s face heating.  “Oh, shut up.”

“So. If you want to tell, what’s problem?” Geno asks, getting them back on-topic.  “Nervous?”

“No. Well, yeah.  Just—how do we do it?”

“Steal Duper’s baby?”  Geno grins at Lola, snoozing in Sidney’s arms, and reaches out to tug gently at the sleeve of her tiny coat.  “They can’t guess after that, is their own fault.”

“I’m not announcing our relationship by stealing a baby,” Sidney hisses, then hesitates.  “Carole-Lyne would kill us.”

“Hmm.” Geno acknowledges that with a tilt of his head.  “We think of something.”

“Sid, thank you,” Duper says, sounding a little ragged around the edges when they make their way off of the ice, clomping back to  the area where all of the non-skaters have gathered around the food.  Kody is wrapped up in his arms, still hiccuping wetly against his father’s shoulder.  “Once more than two of them get going at once, it’s too much for us away from home.”

“Happy to help.”  He cuddles Lola just a little bit closer.  “How’s Zoe?”

“Carole-Lyne is off calming her down.  You don’t mind holding the little one a while longer, do you?”

“I take if Sid gets tired,” Geno offers, looking like he’s fighting the urge to snatch her away immediately.  “I watch them on ice, make sure Sid’s not drop her.”
“I wasn’t going to drop her!”

“Shh, you make her upset.”  He shakes his head when Lola stirs briefly before smushing her face into Sidney’s neck again.  “Here, I take. She like me best, anyway.”

“She does not.  Go away, you’re gonna wake her up.”

“Maeva,” Duper interrupts, dry as the Sahara, “take your sister, please, before these two try to steal her. Sidney, hand my daughter over.”

He wants to protest, but Maeva’s already moving away from the dessert table and reaching up with wide, serious eyes, so what can he do but bend down to carefully transfer Lola into her arms.  She stirs again, fussing for a moment, but Maeva runs a soothing hand over her sister’s back, murmuring softly in French, and she settles quickly enough.

“Come on,” Geno says quietly, a hand at the small of Sidney’s back as he leads him away.  “We get something to eat.”

“Okay.” Sidney feels too cool without the furnace of Lola’s tiny body settled against him, but he doesn’t argue.  “She’s a good baby.”

“Maybe we babysit sometime,” Geno suggests, and Sidney brightens.

“Maybe, yeah.”  He grabs a plate off the end of the buffet and starts loading it up.  “Carole-Lyne was saying they were having trouble finding a new sitter.  Think I could put Taylor down as a reference?”

“Don’t think she remembers you watching her when she’s baby, Sid.”

“Yeah, but I feel like they’d believe her more than my mom.  She at least tries not to embarrass me; Taylor lives for it.”

“Move down,” Geno says, bumping Sidney’s hip lightly with his until he edges away from the fruit.  “Or we just get our own,” he suggests lightly, plucking a bunch of grapes from the platter.  “Not have to borrow from team.”

“That would be a hell of a way to break the news about us,” Sidney laughs, the terrible honking giggle he can never seem to control around Geno.  “It would save us an awkward conversation, I guess.”

“Big gesture,” Geno agrees, and nudges Sidney down again.  “No talk that way, no wonder you like.”

“You’re not a lot better,” Sidney reminds him.  He’s about to take another step and go for some of the pasta salad when one of Geno’s hands closes over his hip, too low to be just a buddies move.  “Uh.  G?”

“Look up, Sid,” he murmurs, and Sidney barely has time to do so before the catcalls start.

They’re the fourth pair to be caught under the mistletoe since the party began—Kadar and his wife were the last one, and they must have moved it sometime after their kiss.  Geno is already leaning down, his hand sliding around to Sidney’s back, and the kiss is soft at first, almost hesitant, a clear question in the press of Geno’s lips against his.  Sidney kisses back without hesitation, though, and that’s when Geno really goes for it, coaxing Sidney’s mouth open to take the kiss hot and deep like they’re not standing in the middle of a room full of people, like there aren’t kids watching, Jesus.

It’s quiet when they finally pull apart, and Sidney’s lips feel swollen when his tongue darts out to lick at them.  He clears his throat.

“So.” He does it again, because this is definitely not the time or place for his voice to sound like that.  “G and I, uh.  We’re dating?”

He isn’t sure who laughs first, but the room is loud and boisterous again in no time, and as people come up to congratulate them, Sidney finally feels like he can breathe easy.  Geno has an arm slung low around his waist, and Sidney lets himself lean into it, smiling so wide it almost hurts.

Maybe he can wear an ugly sweater for Geno after all.  Next year.