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 Pet. P-E-P-Pet. Kellogg's Pet, the sunshine cereal presents... The Adventures of Superman. Kent worries about not hearing from Jimmy Olsen and Jack Wilson. The young boys completely enmeshed in the hate-mongering plot. Face immediate peril of their very lives. Hello there, gang. This is your pal, Dan McCullough. Say, did you ever check up and see whether the fellas or the girls in your crowd have collected the most different comic buttons from that exciting new series that now come in packages of Kellogg's Pet? Well, from what I've seen, both fellas and girls are mighty busy with their collections. And no wonder why it's a heap of fun to get a brand new button whenever Mom opens a new package of Pet. Maybe it'll be Vitamin Flinheart, or Pat Patton, or Superman himself. And say, if it's a duplicate, well, that's even more fun because then you can swap with one of your pals. And you know what the best part is? These 18 Pep comic buttons are so easy to get. You don't have to send in a single penny, not even a box stop. And you can't buy them anywhere. But every time Mom opens a new package of Kellogg's Pep, there's your slick-looking comic button inside. And say, Pep gives you something else, too. A super delicious dish for breakfast. Yes, sir, Pep is called the Sunshine Cereal. It's loaded with catchy sunshine flavor, golden, toasted, and good. And Pep is on the beam with Sunshine Vitamin D, too. That good old vitamin that helps build strong bones and teeth. And energy vitamin B1. Yes, sir, Kellogg's Pep is sure a prize package any way you look at it. That's P-E-P. The Sunshine Cereal, Kellogg's Pep. Now, the adventures of Superman. As you remember, agents for the hate-mongering Knights of the White Carnation beat up two star players of the Metropolis High School basketball team before a championship game. And then, when Metropolis lost, a professional gambler falsely testified that he had bribed the boys to throw the game. The next morning at school, the same group precipitated a riot against the accused players. But Cub reporter Jimmy Olsen and Jack Wilson, captain of the team, trailed the agitators, pretending to agree with their hate-smearing tactics. Jim and Jack offered to help the bigots and were told to be at a certain lunch wagon that evening when they would receive further instructions by telephone. After contacting Clark Kent, the two boys went to the lunch wagon. But to their dismay, the agents appeared in person and ordered them into a car. As we continue now, we find Kent in the office of District Attorney Frank Agnew. Listen. Ten minutes past eight, Mr. Agnew. We should have heard from the boys by now. Relax, Kent. They said they'd call us as soon as this agitator phoned them, didn't they? Yes, but he was supposed to ring them at eight o'clock. Well, apparently he hasn't done so yet. It's my hunch he won't. Why not? Well, I don't know exactly. Look, Kent, do you really think there's a hate gang involved in this mess? I certainly do. I believe they framed the two basketball players and murdered Charles Canfield, the millionaire, to keep him from exposing their subversive, un-American activities. If you're right, those fellows are very clever because they fooled me and they fooled Inspector Henderson and the whole police department. They are clever. Oh, why doesn't Jim call? Relax, will you, Kent? It's only 8.12. How can I relax when I know that those hate peddlers are more dangerous than rattlesnakes? I know, but the boys are in no great danger. I'm sure of that. Well, I'll wait just a few minutes more. If we don't hear from Jim by then, I'm going out to that lunch wagon. Kent anxiously paces the floor of the District Attorney's office. The small black sedan carrying Jimmy Olsen, Jack Wilson, and the two agents for the Knights of the White Carnation has traveled across the city and come to a stop in a dark alley behind the huge, unlighted bulk of Metropolis's Benjamin Franklin High School. Commanded by the thin, pasty-faced man called Joe, the two boys leave the car and walk up the alley beside him while the other man remains at the wheel. But, kids, here we are. This is the Ben Franklin High School. Yeah, I know. What are we doing here? You weren't so loud, Wilson. Now, here's what I want you to do. Each of you take a bunch of these handbills. Here. Huh? What are these? I told you, handbills. Like the ones I passed out of Metropolis High this morning. Oh. These are gummed on the back, see? And I want you boys to paste them up in the halls on the students' lockers. Every place where all the kids can see them when they come to school, Amar. You mean inside the school? That's right, Joe. Uh-oh. But what's the idea? Just this. To get the real American kids sore at the foreigner kids so that they'll get to fighting each other, see? Jeepers. Then maybe I can work up a good riot here tomorrow like I did at your school this morning. Gee whiz. But what, Wilson? Oh, nothing. Look, don't you want to see the dirty little foreigners get kicked around or maybe get so scared they'll quit school? I, I... Yeah, yeah, sure. Shut up, Jim. Well, what, Wilson? You getting chicken-hearted? No, no, I... Oh, were you trying to put something over when you said you wanted to play ball with us? Now, wait. Don't get us wrong, Joe. It's just that you told us we were going to get back at the guys on our basketball team for throwing the championship game, see? So this... Yeah, that's it. This, this isn't exactly what we were expecting to do. I see. It doesn't hit right at those foreign kids on our team, sir. Sure, it does. These handbills tell how Pulaski and Rizzuti and Kaplan and Kelly threw the game. And they show that no foreigners can be trusted, you get it? Oh, he, uh, sure, but just the same... You see, we want to get all the kids in Metropolis so sore they'll turn on every kid with a name like Pulaski or Rizzuti or Kaplan or Kelly. Then when that happens, your basketball players will be run out of school. Or worse. Jeepers. Yeah. I get it, all right. Okay. Now, as soon as I get this handkerchief wrapped around my hand, I'll break a window and let you into the school. Yeah. All set now. Here it goes. Gosh, Jim, what'll we do? I don't know yet, Jack. Keep your fingers crossed. Maybe we should run for it. No, we wouldn't have a chance. But we can't go through with this. No, but we gotta make it look like we are. But, Jim... Okay, come here, kids, and hurry. Now, climb inside and start pasting up those handbills. Look, Joe, suppose somebody hears us. There's nobody in the place to hear you. But what if somebody shows up? At night? No. But if anybody does, I'll be right out here with Fargo. We'll take care of any nosy guys. Go on, now. Get going. Well, okay. Come on, Jack. Yeah. All right, Jim. Good job, or you'll be a couple of sorry kids. I don't like the way he said that, Jim. Neither do I. Oh, boy, are we in a spot. If only he'd phoned us at the lunch wagon like he said he would, so we'd have had a chance to call Mr. Kent. Maybe he figured we might do something like that, so he wasn't taking any chances. Yeah, maybe. Look, Jim, you're not figuring to paste up those dirty handbills like he said, or are you... Are you kidding? Of course not. Then how do we get out of this mess? I don't know. Yes. I've... I've got to think. Wait. How about hiding these handbills someplace, then going back out after a while and saying we pasted them? Oh, it's too risky. Joe might decide he wants to look at the job. He sees we double-crossed him, it'll be too bad. Yeah, that's right. Wait. I've got it, Jack. Come on. Huh? Where are you going, Jack? To the principal's office. The principal's office? What for? Well, there must be a phone in there. Phone? Oh, you mean... Uh-huh. We'll call Mr. Kent at the DA's office, tell him where we are, and then we'll get busy slapping up these handbills until he and the police get out here. We can tear them down later. Boy, that's a swell idea. Wait. What are you stopping for? First, we've got to find the principal's office. What'll I throw the ladder around? There it is. Right across the corridor. Yeah. Come on. If only this works, it's got to. Yeah. It's our only chance to trap those hate murderers and... Oh, here we are. I just thought of something. What? What if this door is locked? Oh, brother. Well, there's only one way to find out. There's the phone on the desk. Keep your fingers crossed. Rapidly, Jimmy Olsen and Jack Wilson hurried to the telephone on the principal's desk to call Clark Kent. Will their plan work? We'll be back in a moment to find out. So stand by. You know, gang, you can have fun with your collection of comic buttons in that new series from Packages of Kellogg's Pep. Any kind of weather, any day of the week. Both fellas and girls can get a kick out of it, too. For instance, when you meet up with one of your pals, there's that business of comparing notes on how many you've collected so far. And say, it's even more fun trading duplicates. You know, like an extra button with Pat Patton's picture in exchange for Tess Trueheart, if you don't have one like that yet. Or the little moose traded for Judy or Corky. Or maybe Brenda Starr for Superman. Yes, sir, for fun and for doggone good looks, these Pep comic buttons are really keen. And they're so easy to get. You can collect all 18 buttons in this new series just by asking Mom to keep you supplied with plenty of Kellogg's Pep. You don't have to send in any money, not even a box stop. And you can't buy these prizes anywhere. But there's a comic button inside every package of Pep you open. And that's only one reason that you like Pep. You get a kick out of Pep's catchy sunshine flavor. That golden toasted goodness that goes so good first thing in the morning. Pep's crisp freshness, too. Yes, you'll like everything about P-E-P, the sunshine cereal, Kellogg's Pep. In the principal's dark office in Benjamin Franklin High School, Jack Wilson, his hand shaking with excitement, is holding the flashlight as Jimmy Olsen dials the number of the district attorney to summon Clark Kent and the police. Jeepers, hurry up, Jim. Give me a chance. I've got a dial, don't I? Yeah, but... There. They're ringing. Who said that? Huh? Put that phone down. I said it all... Holy smokes! It's Joe! Yeah, that's right. Hey, careful with that knife. You dirty little double-crosses. I ought to cut your hearts out right now. Who, us? Look, Joe, we were only gonna... Yeah, yeah, I see what's going on. You were only gonna turn me into the cops, weren't you? No, see, you... Lying won't help you now. Nothing will. What? What do you mean? Did you think I was so dumb I'd just take your word that you were on my side? No, this was a test, see, I was checking up on you. But now wait. Quiet! You're all through talking and all through everything else. Turn her on and walk back out to the alley. Go on, walk. Small eyes filled with hate, Joe, the tall, thin hate monger, menaces Jim Olsen and Jack Wilson with a long knife as he forces them to turn and walk back to the dark alley. Meanwhile, alarmed at the failure of the boys to call him from the lunch wagon, Clark Kent is streaked there as Superman. And as we join him now, he is questioning the stout bald-headed proprietor, Pete. The two men called for the boys. That's right, Superman. And then they all went in a car. I didn't know there was anything wrong. What kind of a car? Well, I didn't notice except it was a dark sedan. You say one of the men was tall and thin and pasty-faced? Yeah, that's right. It was Joe, the man described by Coach Reed and Jack Wilson. How's that, Superman? Never mind. I've got to find those boys before something serious happens to them. Thanks, Pete, and good night. Stay high from the little lunch wagon. Superman streaks away through the night skies to begin a desperate search for Jimmy Olsen and Jack Wilson. What is Joe, agent for the evil knights of the white carnation planning for the two boys? And how will Superman find them in time? For all the answers, don't miss tomorrow's thrill-packed episode, fellows and girls. Be sure to 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. Say, gang, you know how crisp Kellogg's Rice Krispies are? So crisp they snap, crackle, and pop in milk. Sure, that's their song of crispness. Means that those golden bubbles of oven-popped rice are crisp as crisp can be. Whenever you see those famous little elves snap, crackle, and pop in cartoons or on the Rice Krispies package, think of how light and delicate and crisp this grand breakfast dish is. Tomorrow morning, ask Mom for the one and only snap, crackle, and pop cereal, Kellogg's Rice Krispies. And be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.
