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. Say, Jimmy Olsen and the giant daily planet foreman Boris Archenko have walked into a dangerous trap as Superman, unaware of their plight, continues his search for editor Perry White. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. Say, if you want breakfast to give you a cool start these summer days, latch on to Kellogg's Pep, the Sunshine Cereal. There's a breakfast treat that is a treat. Packed with catchy flavor. A keen, sparkling sort of flavor that perks up your appetite like anything. I'll bet you never ate the likes of anything better. Pep is light and crisp, so tender it practically melts in your mouth. Why, Kellogg's Pep, topped with cool milk and sugar, tastes so terrific, it's worth a big, loud whistle. And then some. Only chances are you won't even have time to whistle because you'll be so busy digging into that bowl of Pep and finishing off every golden flake in your bowl. Mom likes that, you know, because Pep is good for you. Sure, gives you solid whole wheat nourishment plus. What's more, it's never a good idea to waste cereal. And nowadays, we're sending the cereal grains to help give good nourishment to fellows and girls all over the world. So latch on to Pep, gang. When Mom brings Kellogg's Pep home from the grocers, remember to eat all your Pep. Don't waste it. Now, the adventures of Superman. When Homer Smith, newly appointed representative of John Grayson, publisher of the Daily Planet, demanded that editor Perry White stop supporting the World Peace Federation and attack it instead, White defied him. Then, a few hours later, the gray-haired editor mysteriously disappeared. Late that night, Jimmy Olsen, sent home by Clark Kent for safety's sake, received a phone call from an unknown man who said he had a message for him from White and asked the young reporter to meet him in the library of the newspaper club. But when Jimmy arrived there with Boris Archenko, the giant Daily Planet printing room foreman, the club library was deserted. Puzzled, Jimmy and Boris left the club and entered a waiting taxi, the driver of which turned out to be the man Jimmy had last seen with Perry White. Overhearing Jimmy's startled explanation to Boris, the driver swerved the cab into an alley and leveled a pistol at his two passengers. Listen. Oh, you did remember me, eh, Olsen? Why, I... That's what I wanted to find out. That's why I got you down to the newspaper club tonight. Oh. You called Jim on telephone tonight, huh? You say you got message from Mr. White, huh? Sure he did, Boris. That's right, big boy. It's too bad for you that Olsen's got such a good memory. Get out of the cab now, both of you. This is the end of the line. Oh, now, wait a minute. Listen, mister. You put away that gun or with bare hands? Please, I... Relax. Here comes another car. Get your hopes up, sonny boy. Those are my pals in that station wagon. Your pals? Yes. Right, come and get them. Okay, Olsen, and you, big boy, get out of the cab. Okay, boys. I take care of these fellas. You're a little fat. I'm nothing doing. I'm going to... You do like Boris, eh? Nah, you tough guy. What about me, Olsen? What the case? You think you're tough guys? Well, Boris, it's you. Oh, shit. You can't handle boy, Boris. Come on, you guys. Finish this big fool. I'm in a hurry. We're making too much noise. You're not finished Boris in a hurry. Run, Jim, run. Hey, listen. That sounds like the cops slug him, Leo, fast. Let's get out of here. Hey, stupid. Boris, look out. That does it. Boris. Boris. Nice going, Leo. Let's take care of the big guy. Quick, now grab Olsen, dump them both in the station wagon, and then scram, fast. I'll block the alley with the cab. Okay, Joe. Come on, you guys. On the double. Picking up the unconscious Boris Archenko, the gang lift him into the station wagon, force Jimmy in and leap up beside him as Joe, the fake taxi driver, swings his cab around to block the narrow alley. Then he leaps from the cab into the station wagon, which roars away and disappears into the night. Meanwhile, Superman, believing that Jimmy is safe at home, has streaked from the suburban residence of John Grayson, the Planet Publisher, to the Metropolis Hotel, where he had left Lois Lane. Once more in his guise of Clark Kent, he enters the hotel lobby and breathes a sigh of relief as he sees the girl reporter nervously pacing the floor. Oh, oh, thank heaven you're still here. Why? You told me to wait here, didn't you? Yes, but that isn't the point. I was a... Now, skip it. Did you find out anything about Mr. White? No, but you said... Neither have I. I just talked to Inspector Henderson, and he hasn't found out anything either. Look, wait a minute. Oh, Clark, what are we going to do? I'm so worried I could just die. Look, take it easy, Lois. Take it easy, will you? Take it easy. Do you realize that it's one o'clock in the morning, and the chief has been missing since late yesterday afternoon? I know, but we've got to keep cool and use our heads. I've got a theory about the chief's disappearance. Well, isn't that peachy? This is no time for theories. We've got to find it. Will you pull yourself together? I want you to have a cool head when we speak to Mr. Smith. Mr. who? Homer Smith, our publisher's representative. Oh, that's stupid. He lives right here in this hotel. That's why I was so worried about you. Worried about me? Yes. I don't get it. Then listen, will you? My hunch is that Mr. Homer Smith knows a good deal about the chief's disappearance. What? He may even have had something to do with it. Now, look, Clark, just because you dislike the man is no reason to suspect him being a... Smith ordered all of us on the Daily Planet to attack the World Peace Federation, didn't he? He certainly did, but we stopped his clock when Mr. White showed him that clause in his contract, giving Mr. White the right to determine our editorial policy. Yes, and Smith didn't like that one little bit. Then he can lump it. He doesn't have to lump it if the chief disappears from the scene. Without Editor White's presence, no one can challenge his right to do what he wants on the planet. Now, do you see what I'm driving at? Yes, but Clark, you're out of your mind. Do you think Mr. Grayson would make anyone his personal representative who was a criminal? Of course not, not if he had a choice. But Grayson couldn't help making Smith his personal representative. What do you mean? I told you, Grayson is obviously living in mortal fear of something, or someone, and I think that someone is Smith. Now, wait. I saw that fear in Grayson yesterday, and when I spoke to his wife tonight, she confirmed it. She said it started when Homer Smith began coming to their house a couple of months ago. But why? What's the connection between Smith and Grayson? My hunch is that Smith has something on Grayson, and he's using it to get control of the Daily Planet so that he can fight the World Peace Federation. You're only guessing, Clark. Sure, I'm only guessing, but I think it's a good guess. For my money, the unassuming Mr. Smith is a resourceful and dangerous character. I believe he had something to do with Mr. White's disappearance, and unless we get the goods on him in a hurry, you and Jim, especially Jim, are in danger. Me? Jim? Why? Because Jim saw the driver of the taxi in which the chief was last seen. He can identify that driver. The logical assumption is that he told you and me about it. Good heavens, if you are right, Clark, but Jim, he might... Well, you know how impetuous he is. Don't worry about Jim tonight. He gave me his word he'd stay at home, and I posted Boris Archenko at his house to stand guard. Oh, well, that makes me feel a little better. But the chief, what are we going to... We're going to find the chief. Come on. Where are we going? We're going to call on Homer Smith. We'll get his room number from a desk clerk. Come on, this way. Don't waste time knocking, Lois. Smith isn't in his room. How do you know? He hasn't had time to answer yet. I know, but he's not there, I tell you. You can see through the door, I suppose, like Superman. Yes. Oh, stop it, Clark. This is no time for jokes. Dear, why doesn't he answer? Because he isn't there, I said. But it's after one o'clock in the morning. So what? Everybody seems to be missing tonight. The chief, John Grayson, now Homer Smith. Grayson, too? Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you. He packed a bag and left his house without telling anyone where he was going. He did? Uh-huh. My hunch is that he, Smith, and the chief are all together someplace, which means bad news for the chief. Will you stop saying these terrible things? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was thinking out loud. Frankly, I'm worried, too. Plenty worried. Come on. Where to now? To the police headquarters. It's something Inspector Henderson has to do, and fast. I think you're all, what about Smith and John Grayson, Kent? So do I. No, I'm not, Inspector. Now, listen to me. Uh-uh. I don't go into your song and dance again. But I don't... I'll have Smith investigated if it'll make you feel any better. Well, it will, but we can't wait for that. You've got to trace Smith and John Grayson tonight, right away. I'm certain that trail will lead to Perry White. Now, look, Kent. I've got the whole department hunting for Mr. White. We can't split up and start looking for everybody else under the sun just because you sell yourself a cockeyed idea. Well, it isn't a cockeyed idea. I think it is. I know it is. Look, Grayson wouldn't sell out to anybody wanting to undermine the World Peace Federation. I know, Grayson. He's too big. Too intelligent to do that. That's what I've been telling Clark and Inspector. Will you please both listen to me? I tell you, Grayson hasn't changed his convictions. He's scared half out of his wits. I believe it's Homer Smith he's scared of. That goes for me, too. I love all the stubborn... That's my phone. All right. Anderson speaking. Oh, yes, Haley. You did? Where? Are you sure? How about the driver? Oh, he did, huh? Okay, I'll be right out. Stay there. Well, folks, maybe we've got a lead at last. What do you mean, Inspector? A lead to Mr. White? Yeah. One of our patrol cars pulled into an alley behind the newspaper club to break up a fight. The newspaper club? The men got away, but they left a Packard cab. One of those driver-owned jobs. Wait a minute. That was the kind of car Mr. White disappeared in. Right, Kent. Haley thinks it's the same car. Come on, we've got to get over there. Follow me. Followed by Clark Kent and Lois Lane, Inspector Henderson leads the way from his office to his car. Will they pick up the trail of Jimmy Olsen and Boris Harchenko? We'll know in a moment when we return for the exciting climax of today's episode. So stand by. Say, gang, this week's Pep Dish of the Week is sure ridin' high. Maybe that's because it's Peach Roundup. Yes, sir, that's what it's called. And let me say, you'll be sitting mighty pretty when you hit the breakfast trail with this slick dish. Now, here's the idea. You place half a peach in your dish. Cover it with your regular serving of Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal, and top with the other peach half, round side up. Add cool milk and sugar, and there's your peach roundup. 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Half a dozen men playing cards at a nearby table pause in their play as one of their number, a hard-faced man named Leo, talks on the telephone. Now listen, Joe. That kind of job costs more money. I think he's talking about us, Boris. Hey, Sheriff, you. Stop monkeying with them ropes. It won't do you no good. Shut up, Nick. Okay. Go on, Joe. Five hundred extra? Well, I guess that'll be okay. Sure, sure. We'll take care of him right away. Okay. Yeah, yeah. Relax. So long. What'd he say, Leo? He says we rub out these two guys, but quick. What? Boris, did you hear that? Holy smokes, that's, uh... Come on, let's get the jab over with and blow. Let me have your gun, Nick. Yeah. Okay, Olsen. And you too, big boy. Get set for the big sleep. His eyes wide with terror, his heart pounding. Jimmy Olsen watches the man called Nick take a revolver from a shoulder holster and hand it to Leo. Fearfully, his panic-stricken mind rejects the remote possibility of being saved now, even by Superman. Is there a chance? How can Superman pick up the trail of Jim and Boris in the scant seconds remaining before the cold-blooded gunman begins to perform his ordered job? It seems hopeless. What is it? Don't fail to listen to tomorrow's tense and exciting episode, which tells the story, fellows and girls. Be sure to tune in tomorrow, 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 DC comic magazines and is brought to you Monday through Friday at the same time by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. You know, gang, you never forget a famous name like Kellogg, the greatest name in cereals. Kellogg brightens up breakfast with Kellogg's Shredded Wheat. Fifteen, fifteen crisp tender biscuits in every package. There's loads of natural nut-sweet flavor in toasty Kellogg's Shredded Wheat. Loads of fine nutrition, too. It's whole wheat. 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