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. Kellogg's Pep. P-E-P-Pep. The sunshine cereal presents... The Adventures of Superman. After the successful rescue of his friends and the apprehension of the criminals, Clark Kent returns to the Daily Planet office to learn startling and upsetting news. This is your pal Dan McCullough. You know, when you're about to get going on your bowl of Kellogg's Pep, it's kind of fun to think how many others of the gang in thousands and thousands of homes are just about to dig into those crisp golden flakes of whole wheat, too. And you know, every morning when they take in that first mouthful of catchy, brisk Pep flavor, most likely they're thinking just what you do. That Pep is super. Pep's terrific. Why, chances are they're all excited, too, about those swell Pep prizes. And guessing which one of Pep's three kinds of prizes they're going to get in their next package. Say, how are you coming along with your own prize collecting, gang? Have you got all seven of those colored cardboard models of fighting planes? Might be one in your next package of Pep, you know. Or your next prize could be one of 24 new full-color bird pictures with a full description so that you'll be hep on these birds wherever you see them. Or it could be your next Pep prize will be one of 18 bright-colored comic buttons picturing a famous comic strip character. Believe me, a whole collection of 18 will make a real show on your beanie cap or your jacket. So step lively, gang. Step right up and ask Mom to get you Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. Well, then look for your prize inside the package. Now, the adventures of Superman. Trapped on a burning yacht far at sea, Batman, Robin, and Mr. Grayson, Robin's newly discovered grandfather, leaped into the water just before the yacht sank. Struggling in the cold, dark ocean in the middle of the night, they practically gave up all hope until Superman, who had picked up the trail from Alfred, their wounded butler, streaked through the night skies and finally spotted two tiny struggling figures in the inky water. They turned out to be Batman and the unconscious Mr. Grayson. In an agony of grief, Batman told the Man of Steel. A huge wave swept Robin away a few minutes ago. I haven't been able to find him. I'm afraid he's lost, Superman. Uh-oh. You hang on to Grayson. I'll look for him. Up and away! As we continue now, ten minutes have passed. Supporting the unconscious Mr. Grayson, Batman treads water anxiously. When suddenly there is a great rush of wind and the blue-costumed Superman, his red cape streaming from his shoulders, looms out of the dark sky and drops into the choppy water beside Batman. In his arms is a small, limp figure. I've got him, Batman. Robin? Yes. He's about a hundred yards away. Oh, thank heaven. Robin! Robin! He's alive. He's swallowed a lot of seawater and he's suffering from exposure. Got to get him to a doctor in a hurry. Right. That goes to poor old Mr. Grayson here. All right. Wait a minute now. I'll take Mr. Grayson under my other arm. All right. That's it. Okay, you latch onto my belt, can you? Right. Good. Ready? Let her rip. Okay. We'll go back to the Coast Guard base where I left Alfred. There's a hospital there. Hang on now. I mean, Dick, don't try to talk yet. You've had a tough time of it. I'm okay, Bruce. Oh, hello, Mr. Kent. Hello. How are you feeling, Dick? Fine. Commander Schuyler, the Coast Guard doctor, says I can get out of bed tomorrow. Oh, swell. But listen, how's my grandfather? Pretty weak, but he's going to be all right. Oh, gee, that's great. Only we hadn't lost poor Alfred. Relax, Junior. We haven't lost Alfred. What? No, Alfred's going to be all right, too, thanks to Superman. He is? But how? I don't get it. He was shot, and the Bat Boat was shot up under him. Well, Superman picked him up in time, learned from him where we were, and, well, you know the rest. Well, I'll be... Boy, oh, boy, is that wonderful. Oh, that Superman can play on my team any time. How do you like that, Clark? Fine. I'll tell him that next time I see him, Dick. But wait. I forgot. What about that skunk, Paul Marsh, and the yacht captain, Skinner, who almost finished us? Did they get away? They certainly did not. But how? Bruce told me... I mean, he told Superman about them, Dick. Marsh, Captain Skinner, and the crew of the yacht are now in the city calaboos. Oh, you're kidding. No, I'm not. No, I'm the level, Dick. Superman went back and picked up the launch full of bad boys after he brought you here. Marsh is sure to get the chair for shooting Eric Lawson. And Skinner and company will undoubtedly be guests to the state for a long time for sinking and setting fire to your grandfather's yacht. Well, strike me, Pink. Superman wrapped up all the groceries and delivered them COD, huh? He didn't overlook a thing. Uh-oh, but I overlooked something, Bruce. What's that, Clark? Forgot I'm a newspaper reporter with a scoop story in my pocket. I gotta get back to the office, but fast. So long, you fellas. I'll be seeing you. So long, Mr. Kent. So long, Clark. And thanks more than I could ever say. Oh, it was a pleasure, Bruce. See you again. Well, that's that. Just in time for the noon edition, too. Uh, copy boy. Hey, Beanie. On the double, huh? I'll take you copy, Mr. Kent. Oh, okay. See that the... Well, Mary Hennig. I didn't know you were running copy. Well, just today I was transferred from the fire room to... What are you doing here, Mary? What? Where Mr. Kent called me. Gosh, I just... Oh, well, that's all right, Beanie. It doesn't really matter who... Oh, yes, sure. It does. I've had copy boy here, and I run your copy in Miss Lane's. Didn't I make that clear to you, Mary? Sure, Beanie. Uh, I thought you were busy, so I... Oh, now, look, kid. Wait a minute. Cut out the swabbling and get this copy to a rewrite man, but fast. It's a scoop yarn for page one of the noon edition. Oh, heaven, there's much time left. I know. That's why I'm trying to... Don't worry, Mr. Kent. We'll make it. Here, Mary. Brush this copy to a rewrite. On the double now. Yes, sir. How does it feel to boss of staff, Beanie? Well, it's quite a responsibility. Sure. Out running a department, I mean. Uh, you think, uh, Mary will work out okay as a copy girl? Um, well, yes, I do. You do, huh? But that's confidential, of course. Oh, of course. Sure. I wouldn't breathe a word of it. Mustn't let your assistants get too sure of themselves, eh? Well, um, it ain't... I mean, it isn't just that exactly, Mr. Kent. No? You see, Mary was... Why, you know. Yes, yes. I know she has a record for juvenile delinquency. But I think she's done a good job of rehabilitating herself. Don't you think so? Oh, yeah, sure. Then suppose we do everything we can to help her live down her mistakes by kind of forgetting about them, huh? Oh, gee whiz, Mr. Kent. I'd never bring it up on me. No, I know, I know being me, sir. Say, uh, by the way, is Mr. White in? Uh-uh. He went zipping out of here just before you came in, running like a swarm of bees was after him. That so? Yeah, Miss Lane, she was right on his heels, running so fast she couldn't even put her hat on. Well, that's odd. Must be a big story brewing. Uh, Jim Olsen around? Uh-uh. He didn't even come in yet. I guess he's out on an assignment or something. Yeah, probably. Well, I'm going down to the lobby cafe for some breakfast. Call me down there if you need me, huh? Sure, you bet. Kent's office. Why, I... Well, I just shopped Mr. Kent's pencils and now I'm kind of tidying up his desk. Oh. Well, I'm glad to see you're on the job. It's that kind of attention to details that get you places, you know. Uh-huh. I know. Hey. Hey, that's a swell-looking ring you got on. Can I see it, huh? Sure, Beanie. Here. Gee, look. Hey, isn't that Superman on it? Uh-huh. See what it says on the band? Look. Superman Crusader. What's that mean? Oh, it means that I've pledged myself to be a good citizen and to crusade for tolerance and good sportmanship and understanding. Golly, that's neat. How do you get one of them? Well, you... Uh-oh. That's for Mr. Kent. Shall I answer? No, you better let me. Hello? Mr. Kent's office. Mr. Kent ain't here. This is Beanie. Kent's phone, Chief. I mean, Mr. White. Then get off the phone and put him on. Oh, he ain't. I mean, he isn't here. Why not? Yes, sir. Jeepers, Jim. What kind of trouble? That's none of your... What's the number where... Mr. White. Mr. White. Oh, gee whiz, he hung up. Well, what's the matter, Beanie? Jim Olsen's in very bad trouble, and I gotta get hold of Mr. Kent right away. His face reflecting great concern, Beanie Martin turns abruptly away from Mary Hennig and dashes away to find Clark Kent. What has happened to Jim Olsen? We'll be back in a moment to find out, so stand by. You know, people who know say it's a mighty tough job to handle your schoolwork all morning unless you've had a good, solid sort of breakfast. And people who know what's good say that when Kellogg's Pep heads the breakfast menu, you're bound to want to eat hearty. Yes, sir, because when you dig into your bowl of Pep, those crisp, sunny flakes let loose a golden, toasted flavor. A full, whole wheat flavor. A keen, catchy flavor that's terrific. And does Kellogg's Pep score for prizes? Well, you get three different kinds of prizes, one or the other in each package. Either a bright-colored comic button picturing one of 18 famous comic strip characters to depend on your beanie cap or your jacket, or it'll be a colored cardboard model of a fighting plane, easy and fun to assemble. Just swap duplicates with the gang and collect all seven model planes in the series. Or your next prize may be a full-color bird picture. There are 24 in all, each with a full description on the reverse side, so that you'll really know a thing or two about birds. So start collecting all three kinds of these slick Pep prizes. Today, ask Mom to get you Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. Responding to Editor Perry White's urgent order to have Kent call him back at once, Beanie Martin located the reporter. Together, they have raced back to Kent's office where we find them now. Did the chief tell you what kind of trouble Jim's in, Beanie? No, Mr. Kent, he just kept saying find Kent right away and have him call me back in a hurry. Okay, I'll try... Wait a minute. Where am I to call him? Oh, gosh. I don't know. Where is he? Golly, don't you know? Of course not. Didn't he tell you where he was calling from? Uh-uh. Oh, great. What a sweet pickle this is. Jim's apparently in some kind of a serious jam. The chief needs my help, and I don't know where to reach them. Gee, I'm sorry, Mr. Kent. I should... I hope this is Lois. Clark Kent speaking. Kent. Oh, boy, that's Mr. Whitehall. Sure, he told me you called, chief, but how could I call you back when you didn't have sense enough to tell him where you were? Now, look here, Kent. You can't... Okay, okay, okay. Skip it for now. Where are you, and what's happened to Jim? I'm at police headquarters. Police headquarters? Yes. And Jim's been arrested. Jim arrested? Are you kidding? No, I'm... Hold everything, chief. I'll be right down. What can this mean? What can have happened to cause Jim's arrest on a federal charge carrying a five-year jail sentence? This is the beginning of a new and exciting Superman adventure, gang, in which Superman has called on to exert all of his great strength and cleverness to save his friends from a serious threat. So don't miss any of it. Tune in again 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 this same time by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. On a shivery morning when your first idea is to beat it down to breakfast quick, gang, that's crumbles weather. That's when you want a toasty kind of cereal with zip and go. 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