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Or maybe it's the way Pep looks in your dish. All toasted and golden. But probably it's flavor and crispness and looks that make Pep so terrific that, well, you feel like pitching right in and cleaning up every last flake in your bowl. Anyway, that's the right idea, especially nowadays. Because the cereal grains are being sent to give that good grain nourishment to fellas and girls overseas. So get hep to Pep, gang. Don't waste it. When Mom brings Kellogg's Pep home from the grocers, make sure there's no waste of cereal at your house. If you pour your own Pep, pour it carefully and eat up every bit you pour out. Pass the word along to the rest of your family, too. Just remember, eat all your Pep. Don't waste it. And now, the Adventures of Superman. While Lois Lane was speaking at a mass meeting for Henry Marshall, the Daily Planet's candidate for mayor of Metropolis, a group of young toughs overturned the sound truck from which the girl reporter was addressing the crowd. But fortunately, Lois escaped serious injury. The young toughs, a group of misguided juvenile delinquents, had acted on orders from Al Vincent, a crooked pawnbroker, and henchman of Martin Higgins, the rival candidate for mayor. But that night, Vincent received alarming news. And as we continue the next morning, the swarthy, middle-aged pawnbroker is standing behind the counter of his shop in the squalid slum district of the city as a young girl named Mary Hennig, known also as Chickie, enters. Wearing slacks and sweater, she leans indolently against a counter as she speaks to Vincent. Listen. You said you wanted to see me, Al. Yeah. What took you so long? Well, the old lady was crabbing, as usual. What's on your mind, Al? I got a job for you. Yeah, it's swell. Twenty bucks you gave me for them tires we swiped is all gone. I could use some more cabbage. There'll be a lot more than twenty bucks for you in this deal. Yeah? How much? A C-note. Hundred bucks? That's right. Creepers. Hundred bucks. What do you want me to do, Al? First, I want you to get a job. A what? A job. Me? Take a job? A regular working job? Huh. Nothing doing. I guess I had you figured wrong, Chickie. I had you down for a smart kid. But if you're turning down a chance for any easy... Now, wait a minute. What's the pitch for this C-note? What kind of a job do I have to get, and what for? What's the difference? You just said... Never mind what I just said. What do I do for the hundred bucks? First thing, like I said, you've got to get a job. Any kind of a job. Running errands and stuff like that. Yeah? But you've got to go to work for the Daily Planet newspaper. Okay, then what? You ain't giving me a C-note just for going to work on a newspaper. What's the angle? Once you get the job, I want you to keep your eyes open and do a little snooping. In case the joint good. What for? Anything special? Yeah. Some letters. Letters? That's right. Letters written to Marty Higgins, which, if we don't get them back, will lick Marty's chances of ever getting elected mayor. Or anything. Holy smokes. Now, look, these letters were written to Marty by some big-shot racketeers he was doing business with. They were stolen from Higgins, and he's got a pretty good idea the planet's got him. If they print them and then turn them over to the D.A., Higgins is a dead pigeon, see? Yeah, I see. Without Higgins for protection, your chances for making big dough easy ain't worth a nickel, huh? That includes you too, Chickie, and the rest of your bunch. That's why we've got to get them letters. Mm-hmm. Well, supposing I find out the planet's got him, then what? Lift him, if you can. If not, let me know where they are, and we'll get somebody else to pinch him. But the most important thing right now is for you to get in there at the paper and see what's cooking. That ain't going to be so easy. They ain't going to give me a job just because I come around asking for what. I got an angle for you. Listen, there's a dame waker there, a sob sister, who's all the time shooting off her mouth about tenement kids in this neighborhood not getting a break out of life, see? Yes, so what? So you're a poor kid from the tenements, and you need a break. Get it? Yeah, I get it, but suppose she don't tumble. Then I got another angle. But you're a smart kid, Chickie. Thanks. You got a good gift to gab and a talent for acting. Make up a good story about your old man being dead and your poor old mother and four little kids starving and stuff like that. I'm sure you'll put it over. Okay, it's a deal. Who's the dame I got to see? Her name's Lane. Lois Lane? Yeah. You know her? Sure I do. How come? Well, last year before my sister, she's the one who was always watching me, before she got married and moved away, she used to make me go to that settlement house with her. That lame dame was teaching journalism then, and I was in her class. Yeah, she likes me too. Hey, that's swell. Ain't it, though? Well, it's going to be a pushover. Sure, sure it is. Yeah, but don't be too cocky now. Fix yourself up with a hairdo and a dress instead of slacks so you look like a nice sweet kid. Yeah, leave it to me, Al. I know what to do. But, uh... And I need a few bucks for expense. Okay, okay. Here's a ten spot. Thanks. I'll be seeing you soon. With Marty Higgins' letters. So long. Now, Mary Hennig pauses briefly. Then, with bright eyes shining confidently, she turns and hurries up the squalid tenement street toward her home. A short time later, Editor Perry White is chorkeling gleefully as he hangs up his telephone in his office at the Daily Planet, and then turns to face Clark Kent and Lois Lane. What's up, Chief? That was Tony Sloan. He's got the Higgins letters. Say, that's swell. Wonderful, Chief. Yeah, you can say that again. Tony says they prove conclusively that Martin Higgins is mixed up with gangsters and racketeers. Now, we've always known that. And he wants to be mayor. Well, he's through now. When we published those letters, Higgins couldn't be elected dog catcher. Even that job's too good for him. How did Tony ever get those letters, Chief? I don't know, and I don't care. I've been after Martin's scalp for a long time, ever since he blocked the slum clearance bill in the city council. Yeah, I know. And now I've got him. We're going to break him and his dirty political machines once and for all. It'll be a great day for Metropolis. Incidentally, you'll be revenged for that sprained ankle you got last night, Lois, and Jim for his black eyes. I don't want revenge. I just want to see the slums torn down and replaced with decent housing. Why, since I've been giving that journalism class at the settlement house, I've had a chance to really see what the slums are like. And believe you me, when you see what few opportunities those kids have down there, well, you know one reason why we have so much juvenile delinquency. You're not kidding. Well, put that in the Sunday feature story, Lois. When Henry Marshall is elected mayor, you'll see those slums disappear. Oh, how I've waited for this day. When's Tony bringing in the letters, Chief? He said it'd be down pretty soon. Now, when he comes in, Kent, I want you to... Pardon me. Well, what is it, Beanie? Well, there's a slick chick here to see Miss Lane. A what? A slick chick. A dream date. You know. Whistle bait. Oh, Beanie. What in thunder are you talking about? Honestly. I think Beanie's trying to say that an attractive young lady is calling from Lois, Chief. Gee, that's right, Mr. Kent. Only she ain't exactly a young lady. Oh? She's just a kid. Did she give you her name, Beanie? Yes, ma'am. It's Mary. Mary Hennig. Mary Hennig? She says you'd know her because she was in your journalism class if the settlement was slain. Mary Hennig at the... Oh, yes, of course. Now I remember. Why, she's a darling girl and very bright, too. Oh, boy. All less heaven. Get out of here, you moony young cat. Hey, that's right. Yeah, yeah. Excuse me just a minute, Chief, until I see what Mary wants. Come on, Beanie. Yes, ma'am. Well, make it snappy. We've got work to do, you know. I know, Chief, but I can't just refuse to see this poor, underprivileged child. Well, she may need help. Unaware of the girl's real purpose, Lois Lane hurries out to greet Mary Hennig, otherwise known to her confederates as Chickie. Will the young girl hoodlum's mission be successful? We'll know in just a moment. So stand by. Say, how about giving breakfast a buildup at your house tomorrow morning? How about trying this week's Pep Dish of the Week, a Pep Jamboree? Boy, it's as snappy a dish as you'd ever hope to see, and as nifty a treat as you'd ever hope to taste. It's easy to fix, too. You just pour your regular serving of Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal, in your bowl as usual. Then, top with a layer of that gay mixture fruit cocktail. Pour on some of the sweet juice, too. Add milk, and you have a Pep Jamboree. Yes, sir, and will you have a Jamboree of fun with that dish? Why, those crisp tender flakes of Kellogg's Pep really do things for the fruit. That smooth, sunshine flavor tickles your taste like anything. Why, Kellogg's Pep tastes so terrific, before you know it, you've polished off every bit in your bowl. And a good thing that is, especially nowadays, when the cereal grains are being sent to fellows and girls overseas. So, gang, when Mom brings Kellogg's Pep home from the grocers, 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. Remember, eat all your Pep. Don't waste it. In her office, Lois Lane listens intently as Mary Hennig, alias Chickie, a hardened young hoodlum, plays the part of a sweet young lady in an effort to enlist the girl reporter's sympathies. Of course, I know I haven't the right to bother you with my troubles, Mr. Hennig. Oh, it's no bother, Mary. Well, like I said, you've always been sort of my ideal. Well, you're just wonderful. I wanted to be a reporter exactly like you. But now with my father dead and Mom tied up with five younger children to take care of, well, I... I've just got to quit school and get a job to help take care of them. Yes, I understand how you feel, you poor child, and I admire you very much for it. But look, Mary, couldn't you continue going to school and work, well, maybe after hours and Saturdays? Well, sure I could, Miss Lane, but I couldn't make enough that way. I see. I've got to make at least $15 a week to get along. What's the use of talking? I tried, and I know I can't get that much for just after school work, so... Well, but it was real sweet of you to listen, Miss Lane. Oh, not at all, Mary. I just wanted you to know how I like you and how I wanted to grow up to be just... Just... Oh, now, wait a minute, dear. Don't cry. After all, $15 a week isn't so terribly much. Maybe I could help you. Oh, no, I couldn't just take any money from you, Miss Lane, or from anybody, not without working for it, I mean. Well, I just couldn't. I know that, Mary. I was just thinking that if I could get you a job here after school and on Saturdays, well, you might be able to earn that amount of money and still continue your education. You mean here? Right here with you in the Daily Planet? That's right. It just occurred to me that we could use an office boy by... I mean an office girl, I'm sorry. Do you think you'd like a job like that? Oh, would I? Oh, jeepers, I'd be so happy. Oh, gosh, Miss Lane, I'm so excited. Could you do it? I think so. Anyhow, it's worth a try, isn't it? You come with me. Where? We're going to see Mr. White, the editor, right now. We'll convince him that you deserve a chance. Never dreaming that she is playing directly into the hands of those who profit from juvenile delinquency, Lois Lane steps into the office of Editor Perry White. Closely followed by the cunning Chickie, whose eyes are alight with a gleam of triumph. What will happen now? Take our word for it, gang. A great deal happens tomorrow, as Lois and the entire staff of the Daily Planet become unknowing accomplices of Al Vincent and his gangsters. So don't fail to listen 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. 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