Mayberry Mondays #42: “The New Well” (01/26/70, prod. no. 0222)

I’ve mentioned in previous Mayberry Mondays installments that every so often, the writing team behind Mayberry, R.F.D. felt it necessary to remind viewers that the show’s main character—poor-but-honest-dirt-farmer-turned-city-council-head Sam Jones (Ken Berry)—does, in fact, work on a farm…despite the fact that any real farmer who spent as much time as Sam does jawing with his idiot friends would soon be standing around watching as the county auctioned off his stuff.  As “The New Well” opens, we find Sam atop a tall ladder peering into a large water tank as housekeeper Beatrice “Aunt Bee” Taylor (Frances Bavier) and his son, Mike the Idiot Boy (Buddy Foster), look on.

SAM: Okay…turn it on, Aunt Bee!

AUNT BEE: All right… (She and Mike disappear out of the shot, apparently complying with Sam’s request) It’s on, Sam!

MIKE: Any better, Pa?

SAM (calling down): No…no better…

Sam closes the door on top of the tank, and then makes his way down the ladder to join Aunt Bee and Mike.

SAM: The flow’s way down…

AUNT BEE: Oh…well…maybe it’s just a clogged pipe or something…

SAM: No…no, might as well face it…the well’s gone dry…

AUNT BEE: Oh, dear…I was afraid of that but I didn’t want to be the first one to say it…

MIKE: You mean we’re out of water, Pa?

SAM: Not yet, no…but we will be if we don’t do something about it…

MIKE: I could cut down on my baths…

Hey—the kid is already unpopular as it is…I see this only as a win-win situation.  But his father assures him that his regular hygiene habits will continue unabated.

AUNT BEE: Well, what now, Sam?

SAM: We’ll just have to drill a new well…no choice…

AUNT BEE: Oh, dear…

MIKE: Where are we gonna drill it, Pa?

SAM: Well, that’ll be up to a drilling company…a…a geologist…Aunt Bee, I think I’ll drive into Raleigh tomorrow—there’s a couple of big drilling outfits up there…

AUNT BEE: Oh, Sam…this isn’t serious, is it?

SAM: Oh, no…no…most wells run dry sooner or later…we’ll find water around here someplace…

AUNT BEE: Oh…the soil taketh away…and the soil giveth…

Methinks Aunt Bee has been smoketh something that Sam groweth on the farm.  As a sidebar, I once worked for a motel in Savannah in the early part of the nineties whose water source came from a well on the property.  I swear I am not making this up.  Everyone to whom I’ve told this story argues that commercial establishments cannot be run using this kind of setup, but they never met the owner of the BWC (Best Western Central): the wily and parsimonious Robert Anderson.  In an episode that could have come straight out of a sitcom, it was Labor Day in 1991 when Mr. A’s well finally ran dry…and the unfortunate schmuck at the front desk (do I really need to tell you who that was?) was pressed upon to come up with creative excuses as to why none of the guests could bathe or shower.  Here’s a testament to the amount of pull my old boss had in that city: he got a crew out on Labor Day to take care of the problem (hooking the hotel up to the city water system).  (Not long after, a new well was dug and water once again flowed freely through the spigots and faucets at the BWC.)

Now back to the real sitcom.  In a scene change, Mike the Idiot Boy works on his coordination skills by bouncing a baseball off the roof while Aunt Bee sits on the porch, shelling peas.  She asks the little mook to “throw that some place else”…which he interprets as “going to my immediate right and bouncing the ball off that side of the roof.”  But it’s a good thing he’s done this, or else he wouldn’t notice the prospector gentleman (complete with burro) shambling up the front yard.

He’ll introduce himself as “J.B. Judson,” and since I’ve already watched what transpires in this outing I’m guessing the “J.B.” stands for “Just bullsh*t.”  Judson is played by venerable character thespian Douglas Fowley (billed here as Douglas V. Fowley), who made appearances in so many films. chances are quite good you’ll run across him if you’re watching a title at random.  His best-known movie role is probably that of frustrated movie director Roscoe Dexter in the classic musical Singin’ in the Rain, but he also turns up in films as varied as Mighty Joe Young, Armored Car Robbery and The High and the Mighty (he’s also in the reviled 1946 Columbia cliffhanger Chick Carter, Detective as reporter Rusty Farrell).

On the boob tube side, he guested on many of the medium’s top shows and his longest-running gig was a semi-regular role as Doc Holliday on The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp.  In the 1960s, Fowley decided to grow a beard and gravitate toward Gabby Hayes-type parts, notably in the 1966-67 sitcom Pistols ‘n’ Petticoats—a comedy-western that is one of the worst sitcoms I’ve ever watched, in case you thought I embrace all sitcoms.  (One of Fowley’s last TV gigs was another sitcom stinker in 1979 entitled Detective School, in which his character’s name was…get ready for the splitting of sides to commence…”Robert Redford.”  Yuk yuk yuk.)  Fowley was also the father of music impresario Kim, who’s probably best known as the mastermind behind the female rock group The Runaways…but because I’m wired sort of differently, I always think of Kim as the man who created (along with Gary Paxton) the fictional group The Hollywood Argyles, who recorded the one-hit wonder Alley Oop.

JUDSON: Afternoon, ma’am…this here the Jones farm?

AUNT BEE: Yes it is!

JUDSON: J.B. Judson’s the name…

AUNT BEE: How do you do, Mr. Judson?  I’m Beatrice Taylor…

JUDSON: Oh…that’s a mighty pretty name...

AUNT BEE: Thank you…can we help you?

JUDSON: I think I can help you, ma’am…hear tell you’re lookin’ for water ‘round here…

MIKE: How did you know that?

JUDSON: Sonny…I can smell a dry well from twenty miles…

“Which is sort of funny, because we could smell you from nearly the same distance.”

JUDSON: Came to offer my services, ma’am… (He removes a business card from his pocket) J.B. Judson…dowser!

AUNT BEE (staring at the card): Dowser?

“I didn’t even know her!”  (Sorry about that.)

MIKE: What’s a dowser?

JUDSON: That’s my profession, sonny…I find water… (He reaches into the pack on his burro and pulls out a stick) …with a divining rod…

AUNT BEE: Oh, yes…yes…

JUDSON (reaching for the card, as he wants it back): Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am…my new supply of business cards ain’t come in yet…

Vistaprint is kind of fussy about delivering to an address that’s simply “Under the freeway bypass outside Siler City”…

MIKE: Can you find water with that stick?

JUDSON: That’s not just a stick, sonny…that’s a willow witch…both me and the stick have got special powers…

I think you have that confused with Willow the witch on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

MIKE: Golly…

JUDSON: Uh…why don’t you tell Mr. Jones I’m here and I can get started…?

AUNT BEE: Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Judson…Mr. Jones has gone to Raleigh to find out about a geologist…

JUDSON: Say—why don’t you give him a call in Raleigh and tell him I’m here?

AUNT BEE: I’m sorry…I’m sure Mr. Jones knows what he’s doing…

Sometimes the jokes just write themselves.

MIKE: Sure wouldn’t hurt to call him!

JUDSON: Now, sonny…give your sister time to think…

MIKE: Sister?

AUNT BEE (blushing): Oh…oh ho…oh my goodness!  Oh…

You know, I thought all those flies buzzing around were because this old tramp hasn’t seen soap and hot water since the Depression…but now it would appear they’re from a different source.

JUDSON: I’m sorry, ma’am…I ain’t wearin’ my specs…but I don’t need none to see that you’re a good cook…not many young ladies would take time to shell peas these days…mind if I sit a spell?

You know, for one brief second I thought this might be the episode where Aunt Bee and Mike are killed by the passing drifter.  But as I have stated so many times on the blog in the past, we simply aren’t that lucky.  Aunt Bee invites Judson up on the porch and he sits down beside her, holding the basket of peas in his lap while she continues to shell them.  They both reminisce about the way things used to be; for example, he asks whatever happened to “the old hammock that was always on the porch—no better place for sparkin’!”  (I have never been more grateful for the absence of a hammock on the porch at Casa del Jones in my life.)

JUDSON: Yep, everything’s gone…it’s the same with dowsin’…people just don’t take stock in it no more…

AUNT BEE: Well, you know—I remember my father talking about a dowser trying to find water on the farm…

This bit o’dialogue seems to suggest that Aunt Bee’s formative years were set against the background of a farm-like existence.  But here’s the thing: in the premiere episode of R.F.D., Aunt Bee’s reluctance to keep house for the Jones boys stems from her admission “I never lived on a farm before.”  (This is fortified by wacky scenarios involving her being spooked by cow noises and being reluctant to “lift a chicken.”)  So there are several ways to interpret this:

1)     In referring to her father and the dowser, it was a story told to her long after her pop got out of the farming bidness.

2)     It’s a sloppy continuity error on behalf of scribes Dick Bensfield and Perry Grant (who based their teleplay on a story by associate producer Joel Swanson…so named because he’s the only who would associate with the producer).

3)    We’re witnessing the early onset of senile dementia.  I’m kind of leaning toward this last explanation because of what happens next:

JUDSON: I’d better be goin’… (He hands Aunt Bee the basket of peas and rises from his chair)

AUNT BEE (rising also): Uh…uh, Mr. Judson…Mr. Jones will be back in the morning…would you like to talk to him then?

JUDSON: Thank you, ma’am, but…I don’t know where I’ll be…

MIKE: Where do you live?

AUNT BEE (disapprovingly): Oh, Mike…

JUDSON (pointing to his burro): Here’s my home…right here…wherever Jenny and me can lay out my bedroll…

AUNT BEE: Oh…well…Mr. Judson…we have a little room on the back of the barn…wouldn’t you care to spend the night?

MIKE: Hey, yeah!

“And in the morning, Aunt Bee can prepare a hearty breakfast just before you slash our throats with a bread knife!”  Judson is a little reluctant to accept Aunt Bee’s hospitality at first…but she finally persuades him to crash in the barn for the night, so he leads his burro off in that direction.

MIKE: Boy, wait till Pa hears we got a real dowser!  Is he gonna be surprised!

AUNT BEE: Yes, I suppose he will be…but you know, Mike—I think you better let me tell him about it…

I just had a horrible vision…and it involves Judson busting up a chifferobe—prompting a grateful Aunt Bee to follow him into the barn and…(shudder) Sorry about burning that image on your retinas, good people.  Back from Raleigh, Sam has good news: he’s found a drilling company, and their geologist will be out first thing in the morning.

AUNT BEE (pouring him a cup of coffee): Oh…so soon?

SAM: Ah…sure…might as well get started…

AUNT BEE: Yes, I suppose so…I mean…if you’re satisfied…

SAM: Why shouldn’t I be?

AUNT BEE: Oh, no reason…I guess…

SAM: Oh, I’m really impressed with this outfit…

AUNT BEE: Oh, good…it’s just it seems to me you’d want to explore some…other possibilities?

SAM: Oh?  Like what?

AUNT BEE: Well…

Before Aunt Bee can get around to telling Sam she’s fallen madly for a hobo and they went at it like rabbits in his barn, he hears the plaintive “hee-haw” of Jenny the Burro out in the corral.

SAM: What was that?

AUNT BEE: Oh…well, I…I guess that’s the burro…

Okay…I did snicker at this—partly because Bavier tosses it off like “Oh, it’s just the teakettle boiling”…as if having a burro on that farm is an everyday occurrence.

SAM: The burro?

AUNT BEE: Mm-hmm…Mr. Judson’s burro…

SAM: And who is Mr. Judson?

AUNT BEE: Well, he’s the old gentleman who owns the burro…

“Aunt Bee…anytime you want to tell me about it—I’m ready…” Sam says patiently, and so Aunt Bee suggests they go out to the barn to meet Judson.  She is very careful to also suggest to Sam “Only I just hope you realize that sometimes the old-fashioned ways are the best…like shelling your own peas.”

This is what “the room in the barn” looks like—and I have to tell you, I’m not entirely certain why this is on the premises outside of making things more convenient to move the plot along.  Because a room like that…you could rent it out to somebody like Goober, or…okay, I’ve been out in the sun too long.  (By the way—George Lindsey is listed at the IMDb as appearing as village idiot Goob in this episode…but I didn’t see him; it’s possible he was the victim of a little syndication trimming.)

AUNT BEE: Mr. Judson, I’d like you to meet Sam Jones…

JUDSON (getting up from the bed and shaking Sam’s hand): Glad to meet ya, Mr. Jones!  Hear tell you’re a real down-to-earth farmer!

Jud…you might have gotten away with that “sister” crap around Aunt Bee…but Sam’s got a bit more Moxie on the ball than you’d suspect at first glance.

JUDSON: You want water?  I’ll find it!

SAM: Well…look, Mr. Judson…

JUDSON: All I need is my willow witch!  None of that expensive, Johnny-come-lately hocus pocus…

SAM: Yeah…well, look…Mr. Judson…see…I…

JUDSON: Results guaranteed!

“I'll eat anything you want me to eat.  I'll swallow anything you want me to swallow.  But, come on down and I'll... chew on a dog!  Awrroooo!”

AUNT BEE: Hear that, Sam?  Guaranteed!

SAM: Aunt Bee…please…look, Mr. Judson—I have a geologist coming out first thing in the morning…

JUDSON: Is he guaranteed to find water?

SAM: Well, they give it a 75% chance…

JUDSON: I’ll give you 100%!

AUNT BEE: A hundred percent, Sam!

SAM: Aunt Bee…Mr. Judson, I’m sorry…it was nice of you to stop by, but it’s like I said—I’ve already made other arrangements…

AUNT BEE: Well, Sam, you could at least walk…

SAM: Aunt Bee…I have already made other arrangements…

“Curb your tongue, saucy house wench!”

JUDSON: Well…that’s okay…that’s okay…if you want to take a gamble…

AUNT BEE: Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Judson…

JUDSON: That’s okay, young lady…I’m gettin’ used to it…

Young lady.  That “willow witch” can certainly find its share of B.S., that’s for sure.  Judson asks Sam if he can stick around “and see if that college kid lucks out,” and though Mistah Jones is hesitant, Aunt Bee kind of throws her weight around a little by noting “Now, Sam…if Mr. Hudson would like to observe…”  It’s as if she’s sort of forgotten that it’s entirely Sam’s prerogative—nothing keeping him from tossing this skid row bum off his property if he so desires.  But Sam’s a decent sort, and acquiesces…and once he’s left the “barn room” Aunt Bee gives Judson a sort of “high sign” to let him know he’s still in the running.  (Either that or she’s thanking him for rocking her world the previous evening…I’m almost afraid to ask.)

It’s the next day, and Sam is conferring with a geologist named Harris, who’s played by bit actor Hal Lynch.  Lynch’s film credits include appearances in Stagecoach (the 1966 version) and Wild Rovers, and he made the rounds on TV series like Gunsmoke, The Fugitive, Star Trek (“Tomorrow is Yesterday”), The Big Valley and The F.B.I. back in the day.  His show bidness career was relatively brief; he retired in 1975 and returned to his hometown of Opp, Alabama to become a columnist and community historian for Opp’s local paper.  According to the (always reliable) IMDb, “he called 911 and then shot himself about an hour after submitting his last article” on the day of his death in 2006.  Tragic story.

HARRIS (looking at a large map): The counter on the north end would seem to indicate water…but I think we’re gonna hit sandstone at about thirty feet… (Judson, who has shambled up to where Sam and Harris are standing, suppresses a chuckle) That’s porous enough for water, but to get any kind of volume we’re gonna have to hit a bedding plain or some kind of open cavity…

JUDSON: What are ya chargin’ for all them big words, sonny?

SAM: Mr. Judson…if you don’t mind…uh…it’s up to you, Mr. Harris—you’re the expert…

The many years of sleeping with a burro seems to have taken the edge off of ol’ J.B.’s manners…he snorts and rolls his eyes.  “I ain’t much for readin’ maps…but where is that in real life?”

HARRIS: Well, it’s about…twenty feet that side of that tree…we oughta hit water about forty feet down…

JUDSON: Whaddya charge for a haul like that, Skippy?

HARRIS: It’ll run about three hundred…

JUDSON: Eh…you mind if I check it with my wand?

SAM: Yeah, fine…fine…go ahead…

Judson shambles off (that’s really the best way to describe his manner of walking, by the way—all those years with the burro have left him bowlegged) as Sam apologizes to Harris for not having done the old man in with a shovel to the cranium and buried him already.  (Hey—he’s good friends with the deputy sheriff in that burg…no one would need to know.)  As if Sam doesn’t have enough problems, pedantic county clerk Howard Sprague (Jack Dodson) walks into the picture…and I’m going to give this episode the benefit of the doubt in assuming that this well-digging is a weekend project, otherwise someone is severely neglecting his government job.  I’m surprised fix-it savant Emmett Clark (Paul Hartman) didn’t come along with Howard—he must still be recuperating from that tumble he took in last week’s episode.

HOWARD: I hear you’re digging for a new well…

SAM: Oh…yeah…’fraid we have to…what can I do for you?

HOWARD: Oh, nothing…nothing…heh…just curious…you know, when something big happens in Mayberry I don’t like to miss out on it…

“Besides…I’m bored with my rock collection…and no one will ever play chess with me.”  Sam introduces Howard to Harris the Geologist, and then Howard notices Judson out wandering around with his divining wand.  “Who’s that guy… what’s he doing?” Howard asks our hero.

SAM: Oh, that’s Mr. Judson…he’s a dowser…

HOWARD: Oh—you mean one of those fellows who looks for water with a stick?

SAM (laughing): Yeah…yeah…

HOWARD: Say…you play all the angles, don’tcha?

(Both of them laugh)

SAM: No…no…I’m not playing any angles…he’s a friend of Aunt Bee’s…

“And just between you, me and the lamppost…I think they did it in my spare room in the barn.”

HOWARD: Oh…real bit of Americana…

SAM: Oh, yeah…

HARRIS: And they can find water…

Kind of unusual for Harris to admit this, seeing as he’s going to charge Sam $300 a pop to go looking for the wet stuff.

JUDSON: You sure that’s where you want to dig, Skippy?

“You call me ‘Skippy’ one more time, old man, and the reason why you walk that way will be because you’ve got a willow witch wedged up your ass…”

HARRIS: That’s it!

SAM: I suppose you don’t think that’s the right spot…

JUDSON: Not unless you got use for a forty-foot posthole…

Every episode…one moment that makes me laugh out loud.

You’ll notice in this screen cap that they got a pump set up in record time (and there’s Jenny the Burro in the background, nibbling on Sam’s non-existent vegetation) and when Sam asks Harris how long it will be before they hit water the geologist tells him “We’ll know in a minute.”  Mike and Aunt Bee arrive on the site, with Bee carrying out cups and a pitcher of ice water.

MIKE: Hurry up, Aunt Bee—you’re missing everything!

AUNT BEE: I’m coming, I’m coming… some ice water, Sam?

SAM: Well, yeah…thanks!

JUDSON: I’d start rationin’ that stuff if I was you…

A laugh-out-loud twofer this week.

As the drill comes to the surface, Howard gushes “I just love watching this stuff.”  (I am not going to go there.)  The machinery is pulled out of the hole, and Harris tests the ends to see if there is any moisture.

SAM: Well?  Did we hit it?

HARRIS (after a pause): Sorry, Mr. Jones…she came up dry…

“Jenny here coulda picked a better spot than that,” kibitzes Judson from his spot lying on the grass.  Since it’s time for a General Foods break, maybe they’ll have killed the old fart by the time they get back.

Back from the commercial, Judson is still among the living…and he’s walking the property with his water wand extended (stop that snickering) until the stick starts to vibrate.  “Water…water…” he mumbles to himself, and the scene switches to inside the familiar living room inside the house at Jones Farm.

SAM (coming down the stairs): Oh…Aunt Bee, I’m gonna run outside first and…

MIKE (running in from the kitchen): Pa!  He did it!  He did it!

SAM: What?  Who did what?

MIKE: Mr. Judson found water!

AUNT BEE: Oh!  Really???

JUDSON (coming in from the kitchen): Yes, sir!  All the water you can use!  Seventy feet down, one hundred and thirty gallons a minute…

AUNT BEE: Oh!

MIKE: Wow!

AUNT BEE: Where?

JUDSON: Well…that’s where the negotiatin’ comes in…my fee’s fifty dollars…

“And another roll in the hay with your young lady here…”

SAM: Now, wait a minute…wait a minute, Mr. Judson…I didn’t ask you to do this…

JUDSON: I know it’s down there, sonny… (He starts getting breathy with excitement) Pure…sweet water…I was just out there…goin’ back and forth…followin’ my dowser pattern…usin’ all of my mental powers…every nerve in my body workin’…and then all of a sudden…I felt a tremblin’…and…down she goes…wham!

Judson describes this as if it were a religious experience…though I suspect he won’t require that roll in the hay now that he’s finished.

SAM: Look…Mr. Judson…it was awful nice of you to take the time to do this, but…I got the geologist coming back Monday…

JUDSON: Well…you think about it, sonny…I’ll be around…

“I wouldn’t make book on that…Aunt Bee, get Goober on the phone and tell him to bring over that rubber hose out by the gas pump…”

JUDSON: The way I see it…you got two choices…you drill where I tell ya…and you’ll hit water…or ya let that college boy turn your farm into a Swiss cheese!  At $300 a hole!

Judson shambles back into the kitchen, prompting Aunt Bee and Mike to start pleading Judson’s case.

AUNT BEE: Well, Sam?

SAM: Well what?

“Well” as in you ain’t got one…’cept a dry’un.

AUNT BEE: Well, he found water!

SAM: He claims he found water…

MIKE: Well, then what made the stick bend down?

SAM: I don’t know what made it bend down…

AUNT BEE: Well, something did!

SAM: Yeah, something did—maybe it works!  I don’t know!  Or…or maybe he just wants it to work so badly that he makes that stick point down without even realizing it!  Just maybe…

Later that evening, Samuel Jones tosses and turns in his bed, having fitful dreams about his well situation, with voices echoing in his subconscious:

HARRIS: They can find water…

JUDSON: Swiss cheese…

MIKE: What made the stick bend down?

AUNT BEE: Well, something did…

Congratulations, Sam.  Your dreams are every bit as boring as your waking state.  Oh, check out this next screen cap—Sam is doing manual labor!

Laying down the sack of feed (snicker), Sam approaches the spare room in the barn and finds Judson’s “willow witch” on a chest of drawers…

He picks up the wand, holding it for a few seconds…and then he puts it down, allowing his rational nature to take the wheel.  But then his superstitious fears hit Rational with a sap and stow it in the back seat, and he takes the divining rod with him, exiting the barn.

There is then a cut to a shot of Aunt Bee picking berries (the amount of farm content in this episode is amazing!) and when she looks up, she notices that Sam is wandering around the property with Judson’s divining rod in his hands.  He can’t see Aunt Bee since he’s stumbling around with his eyes closed…and then the tip of the stick nudges Bee in the gut.

AUNT BEE: Hello, Sam…

SAM: Oh!  (Laughing) Aunt Bee!  I’m just…I’m just having some fun here…

AUNT BEE: Well—did it wiggle?

Isn’t that a rather personal question?

SAM: Oh…oh, no…of course not…I was just kidding around…

AUNT BEE: Oh, Sam…I think you feel the same way I do about this…now there just might be something to this…

SAM (stammering): No…no…I was…I was…oh…I don’t know why I came out here for in the first place…it’s ridiculous—here I am, supposed to be a modern farmer…

“Modern” in that he uses unorthodox methods like spending time with his farm only when this sitcom dictates.

SAM: …and I’m wandering out here with a stupid stick…

AUNT BEE: Well, it’s perfectly understandable and I think you should give some thought to Mr. Judson…

This Judson guy has really got a hypnotic hold on Aunt Bee.  He’s like the second coming of Charlie Manson or something.  But Sam continues to think this whole dowsing thing is idiotic, and with a scene change Harris the Geologist and his crew are continuing to (couldn’t resist the pun) soak Sam by hitting nothing but dry wells.  As Sam paces nervously back and forth, he walks over to a “way station” set up by Aunt Bee and gets himself a cup of ice water.  Howard (he took the day off) and Aunt Bee are sitting on chairs beside the table.

HOWARD: How’s it going?

SAM: Don’t know yet…

AUNT BEE: Oh…this is nerve racking…

HOWARD: Yeah… (Offering her a bag) Peanuts, Aunt Bee?

Ladies and gentlemen…a R.F.D. LOL hat trick.  (Although to be fair, that peanuts gag is really more of a Goober joke.)  The drill comes up to the surface, and after examining it Harris quietly replies: “Still dry.”  (Or as a famous Christmas claymation prospector once observed: “Nothin’!”)

The drillers are taking a third stab at finding water, but old man Judson has decided that he’s got things to do, people to see, trash to haul, corn to hoe…

AUNT BEE: Oh, Mr. Judson…are you leaving?

JUDSON: Yep… (Shouting to be heard about the noise of the machinery) Good luck to you, Mr. Jones!

SAM: Thank you…thank you…

JUDSON: I’ll be moseyin’!  (He starts to make clicking noises to his burro) Come on, Jenny…

SAM (getting to his feet): Uh, Mr. Judson…just out of curiosity…how do you feel about this place where we’re drilling?

JUDSON: You payin’ or freeloadin’?

Mighty bold talk from the guy who spent a couple of nights rent-free in Sam’s barn…along with some additional fringe benefits, if you know what I mean…and I think you do.  Sam tells him to “forget it,” and when the machinery once again reaches the surface…still no water.

JUDSON (to Harris): Well, Skippy—you blew it again!

SAM: Now, look…Mr. Judson…nobody asked…

JUDSON (interrupting Sam): Now you look, sonny…if you listen to me, I’ll tell ya where ya can find water…and ya won’t have to drill more than twenty feet down!

HARRIS: Twenty feet?  You can’t find water within twenty feet anywhere in this whole county!

JUDSON: Ya wouldn’t want to put your money where your mouth is…would you, mister?

Actor Fowley has a little trouble articulating the word “mouth”—it’s almost like he’s saying “put your money where your mouse is”…

HARRIS: Ten bucks...says you’re full of hot air!

AUNT BEE: Oh, my!

JUDSON: You’re on!

SAM: Now, wait a minute…I’ve got something to say about this…and I’m not startin’ another well on your say-so… (To Harris) Or yours either, for that matter…

JUDSON: You don’t have to, sonny…just drill straight down there…that’s where I found water!

HARRIS: Wait a minute—you said twenty feet!  We’ve already gone down fifty feet!

JUDSON: The water’s at seventy feet…and that’s no more than twenty feet of drillin’…

SAM: You mean…keep drilling here?

JUDSON: That’s what I said, Mr. Jones…here…

(Sam looks at Harris)

HARRIS (rolling his eyes): It’s up to you!

SAM (after looking again at Judson): Take ‘er down, Charlie!

You heard the pretend farmer, Charlie—take ‘er down!  Charles does indeed take her down, and it’s not long before the bit is covered with mud.

HARRIS (as the rest of them cheer): We’ve got water!

JUDSON: One hundred and thirty gallons a minute!

SAM: Whoa!

HARRIS: Well, that’s about it!

JUDSON: No, it ain’t, sonny…not quite—ten bucks, please!

Harris reaches in his pocket for his wallet, but because his right hand is covered with muck, Judson takes a sawbuck out of his billfold.

SAM: I guess I owe you fifty dollars for your services…

JUDSON: Oh, no…you don’t owe me a thing…besides, you folks have been pretty good to me…but this ten bucks from the college boy is pay enough for this, boy!  (Harris laughs and shakes his head) I think I’ll frame it—gimme a few chuckles in my old age!

Where are you going to hang it, homeless guy?  On the burro?  Having availed himself of the Jones hospitality, Judson prepares to mosey on down the road with ever faithful Jenny.  Sam thanks him again, and tells him he’ll recommend Judson’s services the next time someone in Mayberry is in need of water…but Judson is having serious thoughts about retiring from the dowsing business.

“But you were right,” Aunt Bee points out.  “I’m always right,” Judson counters.  “But look at all I had to go through to get you to listen.”  No, he’s going to make a late life career change and follow the example of his Uncle Ned:

SAM: What business was he in?

JUDSON: Rainmakin’… (Sam gives Aunt Bee a comical look) I remember he had this big cannon…and it shot bombs up in the sky…explodin’ chemicals all around up there!

AUNT BEE: Really?

JUDSON: Yeah… (Laughing) He was quite a showman, too…and he always started out with a little ritual…I remember…first he put on his raincoat…then he’d take a sponge like this…and he’d squeeze the sponge in his hand…and he’d shake it up in the sky…and he’d say…”Clouds…clouds…clouds come on by…sponge…sponge…draw water from the sky!”  And he’d slowly open his hand and…

In the distance, there is a peal of thunder…and the three of them see a storm cloud in the distance.  “Hey!” Judson exclaims.  “Maybe it runs in the family!  I’m gonna have to do me some research!”

Judson takes his leave, telling them to “look me up” in case of a drought.  Aunt Bee then says to Sam: “Do you think…maybe…?”  All Sam can do is shrug his shoulders and hope the coda to this thing is funnier.

Well, it’s not…except for one small detail (and it’s not the writers’ contribution, it’s just me being a smartass).  Mike rides up to the house on his bike, and explains to his father that he was playing ball…but as you can tell from this screen cap…

…he’s a bit smudged with grunge.  Sam walks over to the bushes and grabs a stick and starts pulling the leaves off, and for a brief moment I thought “Oh, man…that kid is going to get a beating!  This is the best R.F.D. episode ever!”  But no…all Sam does is fashion a divining rod of his own, allowing it to take him and Mike into the house…where it ends up vibrating in the vicinity of upstairs, as young Michael’s bath awaits.  (Please…I don’t want anyone too convulsed with laughter.)

Well, with Aunt Bee back in the picture around the Jones family homestead, Thrilling Days of Yesteryear’s patented Bee-o-Meter™ is ready once again to calibrate the number of appearances Frances Bavier has made on R.F.D. before she ceremoniously departs the show (actually, if memory serves my correct it’s simply mentioned in passing, almost as if it was like “Aunt Bee died falling into the root cellar…what’s on the menu at the diner?”) in the third season.  But for now, it’s seven appearances in the second season…with a total of nineteen show-ups overall.  The person I’m most concerned about, however, is bakery goddess Millie Swanson (Arlene Golonka)—who’s been MIA for two weeks now and won’t be in our next Mayberry Mondays installment, “Emmett and the Ring,” either.  (If Millie has jumped ship to another sitcom—I need to know which one immediately!)