Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look, up in the sky, it's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Kellogg's PEP. P-E-P-PEP. Kellogg's PEP, the sunshine cereal, presents... The Adventures of Superman. Today, with a stern warning ringing in her ears, not to make an appearance at the mass meeting for Henry Marshall, Lois Lane determines to carry on the Daily Planet's fight against Martin Higgins and his corrupt politicians. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. Say, if you'd like a breakfast dish with a new twist, something really out of the ordinary, try a PEP Jamboree tomorrow morning. That's this week's PEP Dish of the Week. And it's as snappy a combination as you'd ever hope to taste. Now, here's the idea. You top your regular serving of Kellogg's PEP, the sunshine cereal, with mixed fruit cocktail. Some of the sweet syrup, too. Pour on milk, and that's a PEP Jamboree. And what a jamboree of flavors it is. You dig down through the juicy chunks of fruit to those crisp golden flakes of Kellogg's PEP with their full wheat sunshine flavor. And your spoon comes up loaded with mighty smooth eating. Makes you feel like concentrating on that out-of-this-world goodness until you've cleaned up every last bit in your bowl. And you know, that's always the smart thing to do. But particularly nowadays, when the cereal grains are being sent to give that swell grain nourishment to fellows and girls overseas. So when Mom brings Kellogg's PEP home from the grocers, see that there's no waste at your house. If you pour your own PEP, pour it carefully, and polish off every bit you pour out. And say, kind of keep watch on your younger brothers and sisters, too. Get the right habit, gang. Eat all your PEP. Don't waste it. And now, the adventures of Superman. Tonight marks the opening of the bitterest election campaign in the history of Metropolis. District Attorney Henry Marshall, who is supported by Superman and his friends on the Daily Planet newspaper, is running for mayor against Martin Higgins, leader of a corrupt political machine. As the city's foremost girl reporter, Lois Lane has been invited to speak at a mass meeting for Marshall. But as she was leaving the planet, she received a threatening phone call from an unknown man, warning her to stay away from the meeting. Angrily, Lois replied that she could not be scared off. And as we continue now, she and cub reporter Jimmy Olsen, who has been assigned to cover the mass meeting, are in a taxi cab en route to Park Square. Lois is going over her speech. Listen. And as all of you know, Henry Marshall's record as a brilliant, courageous public servant is beyond reproach. I wonder who made that phone call, Miss Lane. Uh, what phone call again? Well, you know, just before we left the office. The call warning you not to show up at the meeting tonight. Oh, that. It must have been one of Martin Higgins' dirty crew trying to scare me off. Well, I'll bet he tried the same bluff on the other speakers. Maybe it wasn't a bluff. Oh, Jim, no, Mr. Ken and Mr. White said there are a lot of gangsters and racketeers working to elect Martin Higgins. They'll be run out of town unless Higgins is elected. Mr. Kent says they won't stop at anything to get him elected. They won't stop at anything underhanded, no. But out in the open with a crowd of respectable citizens and the police around, oh, they'll be as meek as land. I hope you're right. I know I am, Jim. Don't let that phone call worry you. Trying to spoil your opponent's political rallies is old stuff. Just the same. I wish Mr. Kent was with us. What do we need him for? Well, if anything happened and he was around... He'd be the first one to run away. Well, he would not. Well, you're always making fun of him, Miss Lane. But you're wrong. Mr. Kent is... I know, I know. Brave as a mouse. Oh, doggone it, Miss Lane. Now, Jim. Oh, I'm sorry. It gets me mad when you laugh at Mr. Kent. I'm sorry, too, Jim. I really shouldn't, I suppose. But... Oh, well, forget it. Oh, we're coming into the square. Good heavens, look at that crowd. The crowd is right. Jeepers, there must be 10,000 people. Oh, 5,000. Anyhow, could you drive right up to that sound truck in the middle of the square, cabbie? That's right, lady. Okay. It seems to be a little late, Jim. The meeting's begun already. Open your window, will you, please? Okay. And so, let's say to you, ladies and gentlemen, a vote for Henry Marshall is a vote for clean and honest government. Gosh, listen to that applause. Who's the man just finished speaking? Mr. Prescott, Henry Marshall's campaign manager. Oh. Gee, I didn't realize there'd be so many people. I hope I don't get nervous. Oh, you won't. You're a swell speaker. Thank you. I can't get you any closer, lady. It's too big a crowd. This is close enough, thanks. Let's see, 75 cents. Here you are, Robert, and keep the change. Watch your flight. Come on, Jim. And hurry, I think I'm scheduled to be the next speaker. Don't let them bother you. I'll try not to, Mr. Prescott. Good. Now, if you're ready, Miss Lane, I'll introduce you. I don't think I'll ever be any more ready. I'm sure you'll do a grand job. Thanks a lot. I'll be watching, sir, Jim. Americans. Don't pay any attention to them, son. The city, frequency. Walking program. There seems to be more of those young toughs here tonight than I thought. And on the other hand, Mr. Martin Higgins says that there's nothing wrong with the slum. And the reason he says it is because the wealthy and greedy owners of Metropolis slum property are supporting its hands. The guys are pushing toward the sound truck. Yes, yes. Officer. Officer. You can't. To one another, Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane feel the huge sound truck rock, then crash over on its side as the spectators gasp in horror and police whistles blow furiously. We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. Say, gang, did you know? Kellogg's Pep is a wizard at magic. Yes, sir. Pep the sunshine cereal has a magic touch that can transform breakfast into a sunny sort of meal and no sleight of hand needed. Just pour out a serving of those crisp golden toasted flakes of whole wheat and get set to enjoy yourself. Because Pep is tender and crunchy and delicate as can be. Pep is full of sparkling sunshine flavor. A come on flavor that keeps your spoon coming right back for more. Yes, sir. Kellogg's Pep sure has the old stuff that puts breakfast on the sunbeam every time. Pep boosts your quota of nutrition, too. Gives you solid whole wheat nourishment plus. So, you're on the right track if you polish off every tender, crisp flake in your bowl. And here's another angle, gang. Nowadays, the cereal grains, like the whole wheat and Kellogg's Pep, are being sent to fellows and girls overseas. So, it's not a good idea to waste cereal. When mom brings Kellogg's Pep home from the grocers, take special pains to make sure there's no waste at your house. If you pour your own Pep, pour it carefully and eat up every bit you pour out. And, say, kind of keep an eye on your younger brothers and sisters, too. That's a cinch, isn't it? Just be sure to eat all your Pep. Don't waste it. An hour has passed since Lois Lane, with Jimmy Olsen at her side, was addressing a political mass meeting in Park Square when a group of young toughs overturned the sound truck in which Jimmy and the girl reporter stood. Now, in the third ward headquarters of the Martin Higgins for Mayor Party, above a saloon in the squalid slum section of Metropolis, two men sit in a bare, smoke-filled office. One is tall, thin, and sallow-faced. The dead stub of a cigar seems almost to grow from a corner of his tight, thin mouth. He is Joe Keenan, henchman and ward leader for Martin Higgins. The other man is of middle height, heavy-set and swarthy, with small, bright black eyes. He smokes cigarettes chain fashion, and two large diamonds gleam on his heavy fingers. His name is Al Vincent, and he is the owner of a string of neighborhood pawn shops. Joe Keenan shows tobacco-yellowed teeth as his thin lips twist in the smile. Your boys did a good job on that mass meeting tonight, Al. Darn good. I told you they would. But you gotta be a little more careful, Al. Not so rough. They might have killed that dame reporter, that Lois Lane, and that young guy with her when they tipped the truck over. If they don't stick to reporting and stay out of politics, they will get hurt bad. Screaming in that paper, the slum's gotta go. This neighborhood's okay. I got a good trade here, and I wait for a long time building up my connections. They can't do that to me. They won't if Martin Higgins gets in. He'll get in, all right. He's gotta get in even if... Wait a minute. Hello? Oh, hello, boss. How'd you like what Al's boys done to the Marshall's mass meeting tonight, huh? Huh? What's that? Hey, when did it happen? Yeah, yeah, I get it. Well, who do you think... Huh? Why, those dirty... Yeah, yeah, I'm listening, boss. Sure. Sure, I know what it means. Okay, I'll see what I can do. Right. So long. Creepers. What's the matter, Joe? Oh, plenty. That was Higgins. Somebody sneaked some letters out of his office, and if Henry Marshall and the newspapers get hold of them, Higgins is sunk. He got any idea who stole them? Yeah. You see, he just found out his secretary has been going around with a Daily Planet reporter. Now the secretary is scrammed, and Higgins thinks she's copped the letters and give them to the newspaper guy. That's murder. We gotta get those letters, Al. Boy, they're dynamite. If the planet's got him, Higgins not only won't be the next mayor, but he might be wearing a striped suit and a number. That'll ruin my business, but good. Yeah, well, what about me? I'm tied in on a dozen deals with Higgins. We gotta get those letters back. Yeah, sure, but how? There must be a way. Let me think a minute. Yeah. I got a lot of smart characters working for me. Kids I trained myself. Kids? This ain't no job for kids. This is big stuff. The planet's one of the top papers in the country. What are we gonna do, Harry? Shut up and let me think. Yeah. Yeah, maybe it'll work. What? Something I just thought of. One of my kids. Will you stop talking about kids? I'm telling you... Will you pipe down and listen? I got an idea, and it just might work. Now listen, and don't pop off till I get through. The planet's got them letters. His voice dropping, the swarthy Al Vincent, his little black eyes gleaming as brightly as the diamonds on his heavy fingers, reveals a plan to recover the Higgins letters from the Daily Planet. What is his plan, and what will happen? Gang, we're beginning one of our most exciting Superman stories. One in which the Man of Steel and his friends battle ruthless, dishonest politicians for the control of Metropolis. You won't want to miss a single episode of this story, so be sure to tune in tomorrow and every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman D.C. comic magazines and is brought to you Monday through Friday at the same time by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. Say, if your dog is a softie, here's a little trick you can try to help give him lots of muscle. Mix Kellogg's grow pup dog food in with his scraps of meat and fat. See if it doesn't make his eyes brighter, his coat glossy. See if it doesn't give him lots of oof, so that pretty soon he'll be able to take it to scramble right along with the gang. Lots of champs feed on grow pup, you know. So let your dog have his pick of grow pup ribbon, grow pup meal, or grow pup pellets. Just so's mother remembers, write Kellogg's grow pup on her marketing list right now. And be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.