Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman! Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman, defender of law and order, champion of equal rights, valiant, courageous fighter against the forces of hate and prejudice. Today, it would seem that Carl Schroeder and his henchman Manfred have outwitted Lois Lane and the Man of Steel. We'll learn more about it in a moment. But right now, let's join our good friend, Dan McCullough. Say, I'm telling you, gang, these new second series comic buttons, the new prizes and packages of Kellogg's Pep, are just about the most fun that ever happened. In the first place, their old familiar favorites, you know, pals you've been following in the funny page for a long time, like Andy Gump and Popeye and the Little King and Superman, of course. 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With Clark Kent lured back east by a false telegram and Lois Lane an unwilling passenger on a westbound express, it looks as though Carl Schroeder and his henchman Manfred stand a good chance of escaping to China with the dragon's teeth. Ten pieces of precious oriental jade that hold the secret of everlasting life. As our story continues today, Lois is alone in a drawing room on the train, having just given the porter a telegram to be sent to Perry White. But unknown to Lois, Schroeder has intercepted the porter and destroyed the telegram. Smiling now, Schroeder approaches the drawing room door. Oh, Miss Lois Lane, you'll try to put one over on Carl Schroeder, hmm? Come in. Good evening, Miss Lane. What do you want? Oh, I just stepped in for a moment to see how you're getting along. You don't have to worry about me. Oh, but I do worry. You're very clever. Get out of here. Get out or I'll ring for the porter. That won't help you, Miss Lane. The porter understands everything now. What do you mean? I've explained to him that you're sick, but you're not responsible for the things you do or say. Why, you... Don't excite yourself, Miss Lane. Get out of here. Get out! I shall remain with you until the train pulls out of the station we are coming into. You see, I don't trust you now. Not after the little trick with the telegram. Oh, you know. Yes, I have it here in my pocket. Don't try anything like that again or you may find yourself in trouble. Why are you taking me with you? What are you going to do with me? That we will decide when we reach our destiny. You've got the jade. You've got the dragon teeth. What more do you want? We want to make sure we keep the jade until we are out of reach. Pull that window shade down, Miss Lane. No. I won't. I said pull down that window shade. No. Help. Help. Help, you little fool. Help, please. Help. Shut up. President Conductor. The young lady's not well. That's a lie. Now, wait a minute. His name is Corswell and he killed a Chinese vacay and he falls in dragon teeth. You see, Conductor, she isn't making sense. Please, believe me. I'm taking her to a doctor in California. He's lying. He killed a man. He's a murderer. Maybe I'd better get a cop. Yes, please, call one. As you wish, Conductor, but anyone can see the poor girl is not in her right mind speaking of dragon teeth. It's true. He stumbled a dragon tooth. He did. I guess you're right. Sorry I bothered you. No, don't leave me. No, Lois, you can't go out. Thank you, Conductor. You made a very valiant attempt, Miss Lane. I'm a beaver now, but remember you're being watched constantly. Good night. Realizing now that she had been cut off from all contact with the outside world and is a virtual prisoner aboard the westbound train, Lois breaks down. Meanwhile, back in Metropolis, Clark Kent, suspicious of the fourth telegram which had brought him back, is about to go in search of Lois as planned when a thought suddenly occurs to him. Wait a minute. Just because someone sent me a phony telegram signed Lois Lane and telling me to rush back to Metropolis doesn't necessarily mean that she's in any danger. I think it might be a good idea first to check the hotel in Briarville where I left her. Yes, please. Look, Miss, get me the Capitol Hotel in Briarville. I am very sorry, sir, but I'm not allowed to put through long-distance calls except for I know, I know. Just members of the staff. What do you think I am? I don't know, sir. Who are you? Why, I'm Clark... This is Clark Kent. Mr. Kent? That's right. Now, will you please put the call through? Oh, no, I... Yes, well... A little laryngitis, it gets me every now and then. Oh, that's too bad. You should ought to try taking some vinegar. You know, that's very good if you put the long... Yes, yes, yes. Some other time outside. Yes, right now I must get through to Briarville in a hurry. It's very urgent. It's very urgent, too. Did he put a call in? Uh-huh. He said to keep trying until I got in the sleigh. What's holding you up? Well, gee, what's Mr. Kent's after all? I'm not a magician, you know. I'm sorry. What are the chances of getting through? Long distance says in five minutes. Five minutes. Well, that can't make very much difference. I think I'd better wait. Five minutes later, again in his guise and garb of Clark Kent, Superman is back in editor of White's office when the telephone rings. Well, that may be your call now, Chief. You take it, Kent. I'm too upset about Lois being missing. Okay. Sorry, White's office. All right, put him on. It's the call, Chief. Good, good. Hello. Yes, this is Clark Kent of the Daily Planet. That's right. Can you tell me whether Miss Lane is still registered at the hotel? Lane. L-A-M-E. That's right. I'll hold on. I hope she's there. All right. Yes. Yes. What? Oh, she did. When? I see. Who was she with, you know? Just a minute. Will you repeat that, please? I see. All right. Well, thank you very much. Goodbye. Is she there? No, she left early tonight with two men. Two men? I'll wager anything. One of them was Carl Schroeder. Kent, what does that mean? It means that somehow Schroeder and his henchmen got to her. It means that they took her with them. Oh, what are we going to do? I can see it all now. I suspected that telegram from Lois wasn't on the level, and now I'm sure. This is what happened. Schroeder wired me and Lois' name to get me back from San Francisco. What's the difference? What happened? Where's Lois? How can we reach her? Well, the clerk said they must have taken the Pacific Flyer. No planes were running, and it was the only train out of Briarville tonight. I'll have that train stopped in every intimate search. No, no. Operator. Wait a minute, Chief. Wait. Don't do that. Schroeder's no fool. He'll manage to slip through. I've got a better idea. Never mind, operator. What's the idea, Kent? Briarville is more than a thousand miles from Schroeder's destination, San Francisco. The fastest train can't make it in under ten hours. Well, what's your idea? I'll hop a plane and get to San Francisco before the train arrives. Then I'll meet Schroeder at the station with the police. All transport planes are grounded. You know that. And anyway... I can hire a private plane. Nothing can get you there in time. Oh, get there. Believe me. No, no, no, no. We can't take a chance. There's too much at stake. But we won't be taking any chance. Now, look here, Kent. You're a smart boy, but there are a few things that you cannot do. And one of them is whizzed through the air like a bullet. All right. Maybe not. But the private plane I mentioned can make the trip in nine hours. Maybe less. Are you sure? Positive. All right. All right. We'll chance it. But I'll go along with you. Oh, but you can't, Chief. Oh, why not? Well, it isn't safe for me. Well, if it's not safe for me, it's not safe for you. I don't mean that it isn't safe for me. Well, what in the heavens name do you mean? Well, you see, it's only a two-passenger plane, Chief. That's the reason. There's just room for the pilot and one passenger. And since I can stand a trip like that better than you can... All right. All right. All right. Get going. Get going. But, but, get this straight. Notify me the minute you contact Lois. Okay. So long. Racing into the Daily Planet locker room, Kent strips off his street clothes and reveals himself in the blue costume and brilliant red cloak of Superman. He waits for a moment to see that no one is observing him, then strides quickly to a window. I can catch that Pacific flyer long before it reaches San Francisco. This is one time, Schroeder, that you've bitten off a little more than you can chew. Up, up, and away! 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I've been thinking, Manfred, thinking about that telegram Miss Lane tried to send. So have I. It was a close call. Too close. We can't afford to fail now, Manfred. Once we have in our possession the ten Chinese herbs mentioned by the dragon's teeth, we will have only you and I. A medicine that will cure all disease. But in the meantime, what about the girl? I think it best not to take any chances. That telegram sent the police would have been waiting for us when this train pulled into San Francisco. And it is possible that even without the telegram, her friends, that reporter, Kent and others, have given orders to watch all trains. Then what do you suggest? The next stop is a place called Carson City. They arrive there in ten minutes. We'll get off with Miss Lane, hire or buy a car, and proceed the rest of the way by automobile. Hmm. Sounds like a good idea, Carl. A very good idea. See that Miss Lane is ready to leave within ten minutes. Ten short minutes. Will Superman arrive before Lois is taken off the train at Carson City? Or once again, is he going to lose Carl Schroeder's trail? There's excitement ahead, so be sure to listen tomorrow. Same time, same station. Tune in and follow the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday. Same time, same station. By the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature, appearing in Superman DC publications. Want to hear a scoop? A big scoop of Kellogg news? Well, listen to this. Kellogg's Variety is back. Yes, Kellogg's have scooped six of their most famous cereals into this grand variety carton. 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