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BONUS - Super Summer: Superman vs. Kryptonite (Part 3)
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This looks like a job for Superman. Hello, and welcome to a bonus episode of down the Mean Streets as Super Summer continues with the next five chapters of Superman versus Kryptonite. As our story continues today, corrupt political boss Big George Latimer tries new experiments with the kryptonite to expedite Superman's demise. While elsewhere, Batman and Robin continue their search for their missing friend. I'll be back on Sunday with more radio detectives. But for now, Here are parts 11 through 15 of Superman vs Kryptonite episodes that originally aired on Mutual between May 28 and June 3, 1947. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single boundary. 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 as Superman's friends continue their frantic search for his. The man of Steel struggles against insurmountable odds of sheer life or death. Now, hold your breath, fellas, and hold your horses, because here's all about a swell silvery keychain you can get. And 12 of the keenest lucky pieces ever. All offered by Kellogg's Pet the Sunshine cereal. You know the kind of keychain college men wear. Well, this is a handsome man sized keychain. It's over 17 inches long and heavy enough to hold your pocket knife or watch. The kind of keychain your friends would give their right eye to own. And wait till they see the lucky pieces you're jingling on. That keychain, for instance, that silvery little varsity football marks you as strictly a football man. And that skull and crossbones looks like a secret society badge. And there's a locomotive, binoculars, a Scotty dog. Order any or all of these 12 lucky pieces. Here's how. For each one you order, just send one pep box top and one dime, plus the names of the ones you want, like the football or the skull and crossbones. With it you'll get a printed slip with pictures of all 12 lucky pieces on it. For future reference, just remember, for each one you order, send a pep box top and a dime, plus the names of the lucky pieces you want. And now to get your keychain, send a pep box. Stop. And 15 cents. That's a nickel and a dime, plus a pet box top for the keychain. Print your name and address clearly and Send to Superman Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. Did you get that? Send to Superman Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. And now, the adventures of Superman. By means of a jagged piece of kryptonite, a strange, green, glowing, metallic substance which robs Superman of his amazing strength and powers. When he comes within 10ft of it, Big George Latimer, a dishonest politician and Superman's arch enemy, trapped the man of Steel. Bringing him to an old and deserted mill deep in the woods. Latimer is determined to find a way to end Superman's life. At the moment, he stands outside the open door of the old mill while preparations are going on inside where Superman is held in the powerful grip of the piece of kryptonite which glows with a curious, cold green light. A few feet away. The sun is high overhead and standing beside Latimer, Walter Blake. His thin, stoop shouldered secretary, mops his bald head and starts nervously as Latimer's harsh voice breaks the woodland silence. How's it going, Gus? Be ready in a minute, boys. Good. It's no use. You're wasting your time. You can't kill Superman, Mr. Latimer. It's impossible. I can and I will, Blake. But you've tried everything and failed. Not everything. You tried stabbing him, but you just broke the knife blades. You tried to drown him. You even poured poison down his throat and he just laughed at you. I'm not through yet. It's no use. If you'll listen to me. You okay? Go ahead, Gus. What's that, Singer? Now I'm a piercing bullet. Good heavens. You see? He's just laughing at you. Shut up. Don't wait, boys. The bullets bounce right off him. Got any more bright ideas, Latimer? We haven't tried fire yet. Use the blowtorch, Gus. Okay, but I don't think it'll work. This guy ain't human. Of course he isn't. If you'll give up this silly idea and listen to Blake. Go ahead, Gus. Well, wait right here outside the door, okay? But this is getting at my knife. Mr. Latimer, please listen to me. You can't kill Superman. The thing to do is. I've got to kill him, you blockhead. I can't count on keeping him chained to the piece of Kryptonite forever. That's what I'm afraid of. Unless Superman is dead, my career, my life, is in danger. Don't you see that? Of course I do. But you can't kill him. So I say make a deal with him. Deal? Yes. Offer to let him go free on his promise never to bother or interfere with you in any way. Superman's word is his bond. Everyone knows that. Save your breath, Latimer. You'll never make any deals with me. There's your answer, Blake. What's holding you up, Gus? I had to get the blow bus ready. I'm all set now. Go ahead, then. I'm gonna watch this. Maybe you'll sing a different tune now, Superman. Go on, Gus. Give it to him. Okay, here she goes. Good heavens. How do you like that, Superman? I always did like heat. Tell your goon to play it on my head. Maybe he can put a curl in my hair. There, you see, Mr. Latimer, master. Stop it, Gus. All right. Come inside, Blake. I tell you, it's no use, boss. Nothing can hurt this guy. Nonsense. I shoot.50 caliber bullets at him. Bullets that'll go through a tank. And he laughs. I put a blowtorch on him that'll cut through six inches of steel. And what happens? Nothing. I give up. I'm Drew Boogie. Chipped over the stool. The kryptonite's rolling away. Yes, you fool. This is what I've been waiting for. Give it to me. Thank you. No use, Latimer. I've got you now. Got me? Here's the kryptonite. What are you gonna do now, Superman? Oh, I. I can't. That's it. Fall down. Gravel at my feet. Thank goodness. I thought that was the end of it. Me too. The next time that happens, you won't be so lucky, Latimer. There won't be any next time. You're gonna die. Haven't you given up trying to kill me? No. I'll find a way. But in the meantime, I'll be a millstone around your neck. You'll have to watch me every minute of the day. And you won't be able to sleep at night for fear that I'll get free and come for you. You won't be able to draw an easy breath. That won't last long. You're alive and everything that lives can be killed. Even you. There must be a way. There must be. Forget it, Latimer. I exposed you and put you in jail once. Then I'll live to do it again, or if I don't, the public will. Public? Us suckers. They believe what they're told. You tell it to them hard enough and often enough. I told them you'd frame me. And when you didn't dare show up and deny it thanks to the kryptonite, they believe me. They'll wake up eventually and you'll be finished ever. The only thing I have to fear is you. That's why I'm going to get rid of you. You hope? If hope were bread, you'd starve to death, I tell you. Wait. What did you say? I said if hope were bread. You said bread. Of course. That's the way. Why didn't I think of it before? What? What are you talking about? Food. All living things need food to stay alive. Yes, now I know the way to finish you. I'll starve you to death. Fighting to keep alarm from showing in his face Superman shudders inwardly as he realizes that he himself has given Latimer the answer. He stumbled on it when I mentioned bread. The one way in which I can be finished. Starvation even. I need food and water to stay alive. And I tipped him off myself. Oh, what'll I do now? What can I do? Held a virtual prisoner by the strange green glowing kryptonite. Facing a murderous arch enemy in Big George Latimer, Superman sees nothing but doom ahead. We'll be back in a moment for the tense climax of today's episode, so stand by. Now, here's more about those super slick lucky pieces and that handsome keychain offered to you by Kellogg's pet, the Sunshine cereal. Just where'll the other fellows see this silvery man sized keychain hanging from your belt, curving down into the side pocket of your trousers? Where do they see the skull and crossbones hanging from it? They'll think you've been elected to a secret society and give them a look at the varsity football on your chain, all silvery even to the lacings. The same kind of little football you've seen college men wear. You can hang one lucky piece right after another all along your keychain. A slick little locomotive. Binoculars. A trolley car. A telephone. Twelve in all, each a knockout. And here's all you do to get any or all of the 12. For each one you'd like, simply send in a dime and a box top from that super delicious cereal, Kellogg's Pep. Plus a list of the lucky pieces you want. Say you start by sending for just the skull and crossbones or the football when it comes. You'll also receive a printed slip with the names and pictures of all 12 lucky pieces on it for future orders. Just remember, for each lucky piece you order, send in a pet box top plus a dime and a list of the ones you. And now to get your keychain. That handsome silver keychain over 17 inches long and swell for carrying your scout knife or watch. Here's all you do just Sit in a box top from Kellogg's Pet plus 15 cents. That's a nickel and a dime. Plus a pep box top for your keychain. And for both your keychain and your lucky pieces, Send to Superman, Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. Better jot down that address. Ready? It's Superman, Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. And get your order in today because this terrific offer goes off the air day after tomorrow. And now, back to the Adventures of Superman. Big George Latimer has finally stumbled on the one way of taking Superman's life. An old, deserted mill, riddled and charred by shells, bullets, blowtorches and other lethal weapons Latimer has used on Superman. The burly political boss grins wolfishly at the man of Steel who lies helpless under the weird power of the jagged piece of kryptonite the element torn from the very planet from which he sprang. Which now, in the atmosphere of the Earth, proves his undoing. Food. All living things need food to stay alive. That's how I'll get rid of you, Superman. I'll starve you to death. Meanwhile, having trailed Latimer halfway to the old mill the night before only to have the cunning politician slip away by a clever ruse Batman is aloft in his Batplane searching over the countryside below cruising roads and highways in the Batmobile. Robin and Alfred, their trusted butler are in constant communication with Batman by radio. Robin calling Batman. Robin calling Batman. Batman or Robin? Did you check on that farm? Yes, the farmer and his wife and their GI Son. Nobody stopped at their place last night or this morning and they've never heard of Big George Latimer. Latimer must have gotten a car someplace last night after he dumped his station wagon in the river to throw us off the track. Yes, unless his hideout was right near the river. I don't think so. I've gone over every inch of land within 10 miles of the spot. You've checked every farm? And where are we, Pappy? I don't know, but he was headed north, so I'm going to head north too. What road are you on? Highway 12. Okay, cruise north on it. If I see anything on the ground that looks suspicious, I'll contact you. Check. Check. Oh, Batman. Yes? You. You said there was one way Sewerman. Could be. You, Finney. You didn't say what it was. I know I didn't. What is it? Skip it. Oh, whenever I think Latimer might find out what it is before we locate him I get a gone feeling in my midst. That's it, huh? What do you Mean you'll figure it out and hope as you never hoped before that we find Superman before Latimer figures it out. So long, chum. Opening the throttle, Batman sends his swift, oddly shaped plane zooming north his sharp eyes searching the terrain below through binoculars. Steadily, he draws closer and closer to the old mill which huddles almost hidden from sight beneath thick trees and scraggly, overgrown bushes. And as Batman, unaware that he is soon to pass directly above Superman draws ever closer. The keen ears of the man of Steel register the sound of the powerful Batplane motors and his X ray vision pierces the walls of the mill, the trees and the few intervening miles of space. And he sees his friend. Wha. Batman. He's going to pass directly above me. Oh, if only he spots the mill. It's my one chance. If I could just signal him, I'll. Oh, no. I can't move. You must see the mill, Batman. You must. Oh, you must. Or I'm finished. Prayerfully, his great muscles straining helplessly against the power of the green, glowing kryptonite Superman stares aloft into the sky to the Batplane, which drones closer and ever closer will Batman's sharp eyes make out the old mill through the thick trees and underbrush? Superman's very life may depend on it. With Big George Latimer now aware of the one means by which the man of Steel can be liquid, what will happen? Never in all of Superman's career has the situation been so tense and exciting. So whatever you do, be sure to hear tomorrow's thrill packed episode. Tune in tomorrow, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Tap for excitement. The Adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Super DC comic magazines and is brought to you Monday through Friday at this same time by Kellogg's Pap. The Sunshine Cereal. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leak tall buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's super. Kellogg's Pep P. E P Pep Kellogg's Pep the Sunshine Cereal presents the adventures of Superman. Today, while Superman lies a helpless prisoner of the evil politician George Latime the fate of his friends and rescuers, Batman and Robin, hangs by a thread. All right, fellas, this is it. This is where we deal out news about those terrific lucky charms and that handsome silvery keychain offered to you by Kellogg's pet, the Sunshine Cereal. How'd you like to sport a football on your keychain? A silvery little football that'll make you look like a big college athlete. Well, this slick football is only one of many lucky pieces you can get, thanks to Pep's great offer. There's a skull and crossbones that looks strictly secret society. And a little locomotive surreal looking. You can almost hear it sound its whistle and go tearing down the tracks. 12 exciting lucky pieces. And here's all you do to get them. For each lucky piece you'd like, just send one pep box top and one dime, plus the names of the lucky pieces you want, like the football or the skull and crossbones. With it you'll get a printed slip with pictures of all 12 lucky pieces on it. For future orders, just remember, for each lucky piece you order, send one pet box stop plus one dime and the names of the ones you want. And you're sure to want the keychain to hang them on. It's a man size keychain over 17 inches long. Just the thing for carrying your scout knife or watch. To get your handsome keychain, simply send one pep box top and 15 cents. That's a nickel and a dime plus a pep box top. Print your name and address clearly and Send to Superman, Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. Did you get that? Send to Superman, Department 1R, BATTLE CREEK, MI. And now, the Adventures of Superman. A jagged piece of kryptonite torn from the exploded planet on which Superman was born. A strange, green, glowing, metallic substance which in the atmosphere of the earth, robs the man of steel of all his strength if it is placed within 10ft of him, is in the possession of Big George Latimer, a crooked politician and Superman's arch enemy. After weakening Superman by exposure to the kryptonite, Latimer transported him to an old deserted mill deep in the woods on the outskirts of Metropolis, where he finally hit on the one means by which Superman could be destroyed. Starvation. Meanwhile, Batman, hunting desperately for his friend, is cruising above the countryside in his famous Batplane, searching the ground through binoculars. At the moment, he is unaware that he is about to pass over the old mill in which Superman lies helpless and which is almost hidden by trees and bushes. But Superman is not unaware that help is close at hand. Although unable to move because of the kryptonite glowing on a stool only a few feet away, his X ray vision pierces the ceiling of the shack and recognizes the approaching plane and its pilot. Well, it's Batman. He's gonna pass directly overhead. How can I get him to spot this place and investigate? It's My only chance. Come inside, Blake. Uh. Oh. Latimer. Come on, Batman. Come on. You too, Gus. I don't want anyone in that plane to see us. They can't see us from up there, boys. Too many trees. I'm not taking any chances. That plane might be looking for Superman. You can bet your bottom dollar it is. It's going to pass directly over the mill, Mr. Latimer. Now go out, Blake. Oh, Now, Batman. Now look down. Look down and spot this place. If you don't, I'm finished. Oh, the plane's going away, Mr. Latimer. Good. Sure is a funny looking ship. Take a gander at it, boss. Where is it? Ah, too late. It just ducked into a cloud way off to the left there. But you should have seen the wings. Stay with. Never mind. It's gone. That's all that matters. You two can go out now if you wish. I'm gonna see how Superman is getting along. All right. Come on, Gus. Here he comes. I can only get my strength back just long enough to get my hands on him. It's no use. I can't. I owe you an apology, Superman. You owe me more than that, Latimer. I thought of it just after I finished eating. I forgot all about your lunch. That's all right. And I forgot to bring you breakfast this morning. Or dinner last night. Don't let it bother you. I guess I'm not a very good host. Decent of you to apologize, but I'm not hungry. How would you like a nice juicy steak? No, thanks. With French fried potatoes, broccoli and hollandaise sauce. Crisp green salad? You don't tempt me in the least. Perhaps you're too thirsty to think about food. I'm afraid I forgot to give you. Anything to drink. No, thanks. How about a pitcher of clear, cold water fresh from a deep, cool well? Sound good? I hate to break your heart, Latimer, but you'll find out sooner or later. So I might as well tell you now. I don't eat or drink. You bet you don't. Not anymore. I'm going to starve you to death. You don't understand. I never eat or drink. Who are you trying to kill? I'm not kidding. You forget, I'm Superman. You're still alive. Without food and water, you'll ultimately die. May take a week or a month, but sooner or later, it'll happen. You're gonna be surprised, Latimer. Better think it over. You can't get rid of me. Oh, yes, I can. I mentioned this once before, but it's worth mentioning again. I'll be a millstone around your neck. You won't be able to sleep or draw an easy breath worrying about my getting away. Because you know what'll happen when I do. It's a good bluff, Superman, but it won't go. You're licked, finished, washed up. I'll keep you here until you're a bag of bones. Then I'll dump you into a hole in the ground. You'll never get in my way again. That's what you think. I know it and so do you. I swore I'd get you. Mr. Latimer. Mr. Latimer. What is it, Blake? That plane. Gus says it's the same. When it's coming back. Yes, sir. Let's see. It's the Batplane coming this way again. Maybe Batman will see the mill this time. See? There it is, Mr. Latimer. Right up there. I see it. It's the same one passed over before, boss. Are you sure, Gus? Yeah. Remember I said it was a funny looking ship. See the wings on it? Look like a bird's wings and have made it black. That man's taunting the circle at fly lower. Maybe he noticed the mill. Don't go away this time, Batman. Stick with it, Mr. Latimer. It's starting to circle. They've seen us. They can't see us. Trees cover the mill. Then why is it circling and dropping down? I don't know. That man's seen something down here. He must have, or he wouldn't be hanging around. He's dropping all right. Dropping fast. I don't like this, Mr. Latimer. I told you, can't possibly. Good Lord. What is it, Mr. Latimer? That plane. It's shaped like a big bat. Like the car that followed us last night. Batman and Robin's. Clark, I've got a plane too. A Bat plane. This must be it. Good heaven. I mean that Robin. Huh? They're bad menace. They certainly are. I warned you, Mr. Latimer. Gus, where's the machine gun we used on Superman? Random car. Get it. Bring my rifle too. Hurry. Okay. What are you going to do, Mr. Latimer? What do you think? I'm going to shoot him down. Swooping low over the trees, crowding the old mill the bat blame into the blue sky again. It resumes its lazy circling slowly dropping lower and lower. In the cockpit of the plane, Batman snaps the radio switch and calls to Robin, his young companion who is cruising along a dirt road in the Batmobile with Alfred, their trusted butler. Batplane to Robin. Batplane to Robin. Come in, Goldilocks. Oh, Goldilocks yourself. What's on the fire, Pappy? Maybe something, maybe nothing. I spotted an old shack. Looks like a deserted water mill. I'm giving it the once over. An old mill, huh? Make a good hideout? It certainly could. It's secluded enough, all choked up with trees and bushes. I haven't seen anyone around though. Well, how about Alfred and me tling over and having a look, see? I don't know, Robin. I'm pretty low now. 500ft right over it. I still can't see any sign of life. Well, we might as well look it over. Can't afford to miss any bets. Anyway, we're getting bored. Where is this mill? Well, let's see. I passed over Broad River a few minutes before I spotted it. Hey, you know where the bend is? Uh huh. We're just a few miles from it. Well, there's a dirt road, turns off left from the highway way just below the band. I followed that, not having any better ideas, and ran. Good Godfrey. What's up, Batman? Come in. Two men just came out of the mill. They're shooting at me with a rifle and machine gun. Holy smokes. Sorry Robin, I got to sign off. I got the engine. I'm in trouble. Stay with it until we get there, Pappy. We're on our way. I'll try, but make it back. With his single engine missing, Batman works desperately at the controls to make the plane out of range of a hail of rifle and machine gun bullets. We'll be back in a moment for the tense climax of today's episode. So stand by. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Don't miss out on getting your football and other swell lucky pieces. And don't miss getting your big, handsome silvery keychain to hang them on, all offered to you by that super delicious cereal, Kellogg's Pat Sport a silvery football dangling on your keychain just like a real college athlete. And the skull and crossbones could be a fraternity charm. And the binoculars are a small scale model of the real thing. There's also a rugged little steam locomotive and a telephone. 12 lucky pieces to jingle all along your keychain. And you can order any or all of them and then add to your collection. Here's how. For each lucky piece you'd like, just send one pep box top and one dime, plus the names of the lucky pieces you want. Let's say for instance, that you start by sending for just the football or the skull and crossbones. When it comes, you'll also receive a printed slip with the names and pictures of all 12 lucky pieces on it for future orders. Just remember, for each lucky piece you order, send in one pep box top and one dime. Plus of course, the names of the lucky pieces you want. And don't miss out on that terrific slick looking keychain. It's a handsome man sized chain, bright and silvery with good strong links. Heavy enough to hold your scout knife and your watch and keys. And get this, it's yours for only 15 cents and a pep box top. That's all a nickel and a dime plus a pep box top gets you your keychain. And for your keychain and your lucky pieces you Send to Superman, Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. I'll just repeat that address. Send to Superman, Department 1R, BATTLE CREEK, MI. And hurry, get in your request today. Get your collection of lucky pieces started before this offer goes off the air tomorrow. And now back to the adventures of Superman. In his Batplane searching for Superman, Batman spotted the old mill almost hidden by trees and bushes where big George Latimer held Superman prisoner. Circling lower, Batman was just reporting by radio to Robin that the mill appeared to be deserted when Latimer and Gus, a henchman, stepped out and began firing at the Bat plane with a high powered rifle and a machine. Some of the.50 caliber machine gun slugs tore into the engine, disabling it. Now, looking truly like a great wounded bat, the plane is attempting to flutter away outside the door of the mill. Latimer and Gus keep firing. While within the mill, helpless in the grip of the deadly kryptonite. Superman groans in anguish at his inability to go to the aid of his friend. Batman's in trouble. If I could only get free and help him. But I. I can't move. We got his engine, Gus. Keep asking. Lay him down. I'll bring him down if he doesn't get out of range. His engine's missing. He's having trouble with the rudder controls and I have to watch it. I can't help him. He's getting away. He's getting away. Yes, blast him. He got away. I don't think he'll get far. He's in trouble. He is. He's gonna crash. Bail out, Batman. For heaven's sake, take bail out. He's practically cleared the hills. No, wait. I think he's falling. He's crashing. His x ray vision piercing the walls of the old mill. Superman writhes in helpless agony as he sees the limping Batplane falter over a low range of hills. Then begin to plummet down to the earth. Why has Batman not yet bailed out of the crashing plane? Has he been wounded? And will he too now fall A victim to the murderous designs of Big George Latimer and one of his young companion, Robin, who is racing toward the mill? The fate of all three of our famous friends Superman, Batman and Robin hangs by the frailest of threads. To learn what happens, be sure to tune in tomorrow, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Hat 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 page Cap, the Sunshine Serial. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. 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 Pee. Pep. Pep. Kellogg's Pep The Sunshine Cereal presents the adventures of Superman. Today, as Superman's friends Batman and Robin fight against time to discover his whereabouts the evil and relentless George Latimer has finally learned of a method to destroy the man of Steel. Fore. Now here's last minute news for every girl on how you can get some of the slickest charms ever and a bright silvery charm bracelet all offered to you by Kellogg's pet, the Sunshine cereal. How would you like a silvery little telephone dangling from your wrist? A small model of a sure enough telephone looks so real it almost asks folks to dial your number. And there's a rugged little Scotty dog and a little cuckoo clock with a pendulum and a trolley car. 12 out and out terrific charms and all. And here's how you get any or all of them. For each charm you order, send a dime and a pep box top plus the names of the charms you want. Say you start by by just asking for the telephone or the Scotty dog when it comes. You'll also receive a printed slip with the pictures of all 12 charms on it for future orders. Just remember, for each charm you order send one pep box top and one dime and you're bound to want that bright silvery charm bracelet. Bracelet. It's specially designed to show off these charms. And it's yours for a pep box top and 10 cents. That's one dime at a box top from Kellogg's Pep. For the bracelet, print your name and address clearly and Send to Superman Department 1R, Battle Creek, Michigan. Better jot that down. It's Superman Department 1R, Battle Creek Michigan. And send in today. This is the last time you'll hear this offer on the air, but keep watching the Pep package for details on how to complete your charm collection. And now, the Adventures of Superman. A strange green, glowing metallic substance known as kryptonite, which robs Superman of all his strength, is in the hands of his arch enemy, Big George Latimer, a dishonest political leader. After weakening Superman by exposing him to the kryptonite Latimer took him to an old deserted mill on the outskirts of Metropolis where he finally hit on the only possible way in which the man of Steel could be destroyed. Starvation. Meanwhile, searching desperately for his friend, the famous Batman spotted the old mill from his plane. But as he circled lower to investigate, Latimer and a henchman opened fire with a high powered rifle and a machine gun. With his engine disabled, Batman radioed to his young companion Robin, who was several miles away, that he was in trouble. And as we continue now, Robin is in their powerful Batmobile speeding toward the old mill with Alfred, the Dynamic Duo's trusted butler, at the wheel. The scene that looks like the river bend just ahead, Alfred. Yeah. Yeah, it is. Keep your eyes peeled for an old dirt road. Batman said it leads to the mill. Right. Oh, I say, Master Robin. What? We haven't heard from Batman since he reported he'd been it. I'm rather worried. You're worried? What do you think I am? Calling Robin. Listen, Alfred. Batman. Robin to Batman. Am I glad to hear your voice. I thought maybe you departed this veil of tears. Not quite. Listen, are you okay? Who shot at you? No time for chitchat, Robin. Get this. I'm sorry. Fire away. Don't go to the old mill. Don't go? That's right. Pick me up first. The Bat plane cracked up about two miles north of the mill. Cracked up, I said. Watch for a line of low hills. I'm behind the tallest one and don't waste any time. Right. I won't look. Pappy, are you hurt? Hurt? Oh, just bunged up a little. Tell Alfred to step on it, Robin. There's work to do. Will do, Pappy. Give her that gun, Alfred. We've got to make time. There's the Bat plane, Alfred. Or what's left of it. But I don't see Batman. Neither do I, sir. We've got to find him. Come on. Batman. Batman. Over here, Robin. There he is, sir. Behind the plate. Yes, I see him. You gave me a scare for a minute, Pappy. What were you hiding behind the plane for? I wanted to make sure it was you, not Latimer and company. Latimer? Yes. He and one of his goons shot me down. You mean Latimer's at the old mill? That's right. I say so. You're limping. Let me help you. That's all right, Alfred. I turned my ankle a little bailing out of the plane. Come on back to the car. We're going places. Is Superman at the old mill too? I didn't see him, but chances are he is. Why else would Latimer try to shoot me down? Did he know he hit you? Of course he did. Oh, you drive, Alfred. My ankle still hurts. Roger, hadn't we better summon the police? No time, Alfred. The mill's about two miles up this dirt road. Give it the gun, Alfred. Writer. Hang on, dear. Rats. Here we go. All right. Slow down, Alfred. Rise up. I don't see them. Hell, where is he? It's about a quarter of a mile into those trees and brush. Hey, stop here, Alfred. We'll walk the rest of the way. Come on, follow me. No, no. You stay with the car, Alfred. Oh, please don't let me come along. I'm jolly handy with my fists, you know. I know, but if anything happens to us, I want you to get the police. But, sir. If you hear shots and don't see us within 10 minutes make tracks for the gendarmes. Got it? Yes, sir. But. You heard what the man said, Alfred. Let's go, Batman. I'm itching to see Superman and get my hands on Big Noise. Laver, you and me both. Come on, now. But quiet. Hold it, Robin. There's the mill just ahead of those bushes there. See it? Huh. Looks deserted. Looked deserted before when I spotted it from the air. When I circled down just above it, Latimer and another party popped out and opened up on me. Nice sociable, right? You figure they might be sitting in there with their heavy artillery, huh? That's what we're going to find out. How? Knock on the door and say, we'd like to borrow a machine gun. Exactly. We'll walk right up to the door, knock, and when they open it they'll see a couple of harmless young gents in street clothes who've lost their way home. In street clothes. Oh, I catch. It's about time. Now get busy and climb into Dick Grayson's clothes. No sooner said than done. You know, Mr. Wayne, sometimes you come up with a real good idea. Why, thanks, but there might be a catch to this one. Like what? Like if Superman is in there. Latimer. Might decide to shoot first just to play safe and tell us the way home afterwards. He might, but I don't think so. Not until we have a chance to go into action anyhow. Ready? Yeah. Wait till I snap my tie, Hunt. Okay, all set. Remember now, act natural. All right, let's go, Batman. I mean, Bruce. Or should I say Mr. Wayne? Cut the comedy. What is it? Look into your crystal ball and tell me if Latimer is standing behind that door with a gun in his hand. I'm sorry. I left my crystal ball at home with my. Yo, yo. Quiet now. This is it. Here goes. Somebody, I say. Somebody banged my pipe. Quiet. Hear anything? Just my heart pounding against my ribs. Let's try again. Nobody home. Or is there? There is. They don't seem to want any company. Yeah, but they're gonna get some regardless, right? Right. Now, listen, I'm going to try the door. If it's unlocked, we dive in fast and low. Take a deep breath, get it? Here goes. It's unlocked. Get set. Ready? Oh, look, Robin. Look at what? I can't see anyone. That's just it. The mill's empty. Latimer must have gotten the wind up when I spotted this place and flew the coup. Yes, and took Superman with him. Huh? But where? You've got me. But we have to find him. Come on. Where to? Back to the car. We've got to get help. Unless we find Superman, and soon, Latimer will finish him. Come on now. I'm the double. Breaking into a run. Batman and Robin race back to the Batmobile to summon help and resume the search for Superman. Where is the man of Steel? We'll return in a moment to find out in the startling climax of today's episode. So keep listening. Now for you fellows, here's what's what on that good looking keychain and the swell lucky pieces offered to you by Kellogg's Pet the Sunshine cereal. Today's the very last time we'll be able to tell you about this great, this terrific offer over the air. 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The jagged piece of kryptonite rests on the floor, its strange power stealing every ounce of strength from the man of Steel's bodies. Nearby, his eyes alert, sits Gus, Big George Latimer's burly henchman. Below, in the doorway of the barn, Latimer himself is conversing with Blake, his slight bald headed secretary. Batman might have bailed out of his plane before it crashed, Mr. Latimer. He and Robin might be on our trail again. I doubt it, Blake. But even if they are, they'll never trace us here. You said they'd never trace us to the old mill either, but they did. They're clever. Er, suppose Superman gets his strength back? He won't. Not with the Kryptonite two feet away from him. I'm worried, Mr. Latimer. I read that a normally strong man can live a month or more without food or water. Why, it might take several months to starve Superman to death. I know. I don't like the idea of being cooped up with him all that time either. Too risky. That's why I drove into Metropolis to see Dr. Marsh last night. Who? Dr. Marsh. You remember. He's been to my house a couple of times. Oh, yes, the German. That's right. I never told you, but he was a brilliant physician. And scientists in Germany under the Nazis performed some very interesting experiments in their concentration camps. Marsh isn't his right name, of course. Oh. Well, what did you want to see him about? Well, I got to thinking there must be some faster way to finish Superman than buy starvation. Like what? I don't know. It struck me there might be some way to do it with the kryptonite. That only weakens him. It doesn't kill him. That's what I wanted to see Marsh about. I brought him a small piece of the kryptonite and told him what I wanted. He's indebted to me. You see, I could turn him over as a war criminal anytime I wanted to. I see. Promised to analyze this stuff and get in touch with me. I've been expecting him out here all day. Wait. There he is now. Where? Just pull up in that car. Come on, Blake. Maybe he's got what we want. Doctor Marsh. What about it? I have solved your problem, Mr. Lettermer. You have? You mean. Yes. In a few hours, I can make you free of Superman forever. Anxiously, Big George latimer waits for Dr. Marsh to explain. What does the German doctor mean? Has he really discovered a quick method of ending Superman's life? Life. Batman and Robin, who know that Superman is Latimer's prisoner do not know his present whereabouts. Who then, or what can save the man of steel? Now, if Dr. Marsh is right, we'll find out whether he is or not in Monday's exciting and surprising episode. So don't miss it. Be sure to listen. Monday, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, list, 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 Pat the Sunshine cereal. 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A strange metallic substance torn from the exploded planet on which Superman was born and which in the atmosphere of the earth, robs the man of steel of all his strength when it is placed within 10ft of him. Determined to destroy Superman forever, Latimer weakened him by exposure to the kryptonite and then transported him to a hideout where he set out to slowly starve him to death. But worried by the relentless pursuit of Superman's friends, the famous Batman and Robin, Latimer decided he must find a swifter way to finish his hated enemy. He called In a certain Dr. Marsh, a brilliant physician and scientist who had worked for the Nazis. And after analyzing the kryptonite, Marsh delivered his report. I have solved your problem, Mr. Latterer. I believe I can put Superman out of your way forever. As we continue now, in a farmhouse near Metropolis, Big George Latimer questions the German scientist. You mean you found a way to Destroy Superman? Quickly, Dr. Marsh. If you are asking me, can I take his life, Mr. Latimer, the answer is no. But you just said. Let me finish, please. I Cannot take his life. His body is indestructible. But I can, by means of the Kryptonite, render useless this a portion of his brain. His brain? Yeah, a portion of it. The brain, as you know, governs every action of the human body. When you so much as wiggle a finger the command must come first from the brain. Yes, I know that. When a specific portion of the brain is blocked off and made useless the individual can no longer think. Superman will be unable to remember anything that has gone before. He won't remember anything? Nothing. Not even his own name. Furthermore, he will be rendered weak for the rest of his life. You say you can do this to Superman? Yeah, I can do it with the kryptonite. But the kryptonite only weakens him. Once you move it more than 10ft away from him he regains his strength and powers. I know that too. But this kryptonite has amazing properties. And for some reason, Superman is susceptible to them. Yes, I know. Well, once the kryptonite is introduced into his bloodstream it will block off a certain portion of his brain. How are you going to get the stuff into his bloodstream? His skin is impenetrable, you know. So you told me. Fortunately, being a chemist as well as a physician I discovered a means to liquefy the small piece of kryptonite. You brought me liquefied? Oh, you mean I have it here? In this bottle? That stuff looks like water. The kryptonite is green. I was able to remove the color. It has no odor either. Six drops in a glass of water or milk and Superman will never be able to detect it. Six drops in a glass of milk will do the trick. Six drops every two hours for 24 hours. If you're right, Marsh. I know I'm right. Try it and see for yourself. Give Superman these drops of liquid kryptonite for 24 hours and you will never need to fear him again. Okay. Start right now. If it works, Marsh, I'll make you the head of the state health department. But if it doesn't come, I will show you. Where is Superman? Back in the barn. The haymo. Follow me. There he is, Marsh. The great Superman. Helpless as a newborn babe. Look at him. So this is Superman. Go ahead and laugh, Latimer. My time will come. I've got news for you, Superman. Really? Yes. I'm going to let you go. Let me go? That's right. I've had my revenge. I've ruined your reputation and built myself back into political power. You can't harm me now, so I'm going to let you go. I'll believe it when you move that piece of kryptonite away from me. I will in the moment. And to show my good faith, Gus, you both bring that sandwich and glass of milk. Poor fellow, you haven't had anything to eat or drink for three days, Marsh. Oh, that is too bad. See up, boys. Thanks. Here, Superman. Never mind the banquet. Just move that piece of kryptonite. Have your sandwich and milk first. Then I'll move the kryptonite. If you mean what you say, you'll move it. Now, are you going to drink that milk? Oh, so it's the milk you're anxious about. I suppose you put poison in it. Don't be a fool. You're wasting your time, Latimer. You tried poison on me before and it didn't work. You're done for, whatever you do. Even if you could starve me to death, it would take months. By that time, my friends and the police would. I have wasted enough of my time. All his head guts will pour this stuff down his throat. Come on, open your mouth. Give me the glass, Dr. Marsh. Ah, here it is. Well, Superman, we'll see how you like this. Well, how about it, Dr. Marsh? It's 30 minutes since we gave him that stuff. You said in 30 minutes. Wait, Mr. Latimer. He has been asleep. He's just waking up. Listen, you, mister, what is your name? Huh? Oh. Oh. Who are you? Never mind who I am. Who are you? What is your name? Me? Oh, that's funny. Can't seem to remember. You hear, Mr. Lettimer? Yes, wonderful, doc. Can't seem to. Oh. Oh, yes. I am Superman. Yes, that's who I am. Superman. You remember, this stuff's no good. He saw his costume. The red cape that recalled his name to him. You must remove his costume, place other clothes on him. Perhaps those overalls hanging on the wall. All right. But are you sure that's what did it? I am positive. His memory is already diminishing. Listen, this gentleman beside me, who is he? Superman? He. Oh, it seems to me I've seen him someplace before, but I don't remember who I am. Oh, I'm sorry. You look familiar. I. I have a feeling I ought to know your name, But I don't know. I. I can't seem to recall it. It is working, Marsh. Yeah, I told you it would. Remove his costume and put on the overalls. Then give him the six drops of kryptonite in milk or water every two Hours. And tomorrow at this time he will be helpless. A man without a memory. Dazed, Superman stares from the Swarthy owl eyed Dr. Marsh to the exultant George Latimer. 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What worries me is that Clark Kent has disappeared. Of course he has. Haven't you been paying any attention to what I've been telling you? What do you mean? You didn't say anything about Kent. I said I was sure Latimer had him at the old mill, didn't I? But by the time I got there with Robin. You said Latimer had Superman. Well, well, well, what? Superman isn't Kent, is he? Well, sure. What? No, no, no. I. I was thinking of Latimer and I was going to say, sure. He had Kent. What? You mean Latimer's got Kent too? That's right. Unless we find him in a hurry. Why is he holding Kentucky Kent? Why? Well, Kent had a lot to do with sending him to prison. And Kent knows he used the kryptonite on Superman and everything else. I'll get the FBI after him. Abduction is a capital offense in this state. And I'll send him to the chair. We've got to catch him first. I'll catch him, Ms. Bacharach. Get me the FBI. Then get me Inspector Henderson. Hurry. I'll fix Mr. Latimer's wagon. I'll. Excuse me. Sure, go ahead. Hello? Yes. Yes, he's here. Just a minute. Candy Myers, the private detective, wants to talk to you, Batman. Candy, eh? Yeah, I left him with Robin. Thanks. Hello? Candy? What gives? Yes. Yes. What? You did. What is it? Where? No kidding. You bet I'll be out there. I'm leaving right this minute. Right. So long. What is it, Batman? What did Candy say? He thinks he picked up a clue to Latimer and Superman. He did? Where? No time to talk now, Mr. White. I've got to join Candy and Robin. So long. Hurrying from Perry White's office Batman races off to join private detective Candy Myers and Robin. What clue has Candy discovered? Will it lead Superman's friends to Latimer's hideout before the liquid kryptonite can complete its deadly work? We'll find out in tomorrow's exciting episode, so be sure to tune in same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pack for excitement. The Adventures of Superman. 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When brought within 10ft of him, Big George Latimer, a crooked politician, weakened him and then transported him to a hideout. Determined to destroy the man of Steel, Latimer called in Dr. Marsh, a brilliant brain specialist who had worked for the Nazis. And after analyzing the kryptonite, Marsh determined that if Superman were given doses of it in liquid form, it would make him a broken wreck within 24 hours. To Latimer's delight, Superman became dazed after the first dose and was unable to recognize his arch enemy. Meanwhile, the famous Batman received word that Candy Myers, the private detective whose aid he had enlisted in the search for Superman, had discovered a clue. And as we continue now, Batman has arrived at a village 20 miles from Metropolis where he has been met by Candy Myers. Listen. All right, talk fast. Candy, what's this clue you picked up? It's a hot one, Batman, I think. Well, what is it? Give. A man named Wilkins, a small time cattle dealer, saw three guys in a car come out of the lane from the old mill yesterday. Oh, when yesterday? About 3:30 in the afternoon. Robin says that's just about the time Latimer and his goons shot the motor out of your plane and sent you into a spin. That's right. Robin picked me up when we got to the mail a little after four. But Latimer had flown the coupe by that time. And unless I'm wrong, they had Superman with them. Could be. But where'd they go? To another hideout, I figure. Sure, but where? Dog gone it. Candy, I thought you had a hot clue. Keep your shirt on. The kid thinks his old man knows where they went. What kid? What old man? For heaven's sake, Candy. Wilkins kid. The cattle dealers. Oh, I got this information from him. Like I say, he thinks his old man knows where Latimer, if that's who it was, went. Well, what are we waiting for? Where's Wilkins? Let's find him again. Take it easy, will ya? He's out in the country buying some cattle. He's due back here anytime now. Robin went with a boy to meet him and bring him here while I stuck around to meet you. Okay, this may be the brick we need. Wilkins might be the answer to our prayers. Keep your fingers crossed. As Batman and Candy Myers wait anxiously for the cattle dealer. Big George Latimer has just climbed to the hayloft of the barn in which Superman is imprisoned. Lying half propped against a wall, his blue costume and red cape replaced by a grimy suit of overalls, the man of Steel looks about him blankly, a dazed expression in his eyes. On the floor less than 2ft away is the jagged piece of kryptonite, a bit smaller now but glowing with a deep, unearthly green light and draining every ounce of strange strength from Superman's body. Watching him intently is the Swarthy Owl eyed Dr. Marsh. Gus, one of Big George Latimer's henchmen, sits nearby. How's it going, Doctor? Excellently, Mr. Latimer. I've just given our muscular friend a second dose of the liquefied kryptonite. Well, what happened? He is now in a state similar to what may be called amnesia. He has no memory of the past or even of his own identity. He hasn't, eh? Let's see you, mister. What's your name? My name? Yes, your name. What is it? I. I don't remember. You see. How do you like that? He don't even know he. Shut up guys. Come over here minute. Certainly, Mr. Latimer. You are satisfied with the result? Not yet. You say he's in a state of amnesia? Yeah. The two doses of liquefied kryptonite have numbed a section of his brain. I've heard of people with amnesia being cured. Sometimes a good shock will snap them out of it. That is true, but we have just begun the treatment. As you continue the doses every two hours Superman's brain, or rather a specific section of it will become permanently blocked by paralyzed. Permanently, you say? Yeah. For the rest of his life he'll be unable to remember anything. Look here, you're right. I would stake my life on it. You are staking your life, doctor. Make no mistake about that. Well, you don't need me around here for a while. I'll be leaving you. Leaving us? Why? Don't worry. Nobody will find this place. I'll be back. I have to go to Metropolis for a while, cuz. Yeah, boy. You stay up here and don't let him out of your sight till I get back. Make sure that kryptonite doesn't move, understand? Sure. Okay, boys. Go on. Mr. Wilkins, you said you were driving to Metropolis yesterday with a truckload of cattle when these three men in a car came out of the lane leading from the old mill. That's right, Batman. And like I told Mr. Myers, the old mill's been shut up for years. So I wasn't expecting nobody to be coming out of the lane. Of course. Did you get a look at the men in the car? Not much of a look right then, Mr. Myers, but I got a pretty good look at him later. When was this, Mr. Wilkins? About half an hour later, I'd say. I just come over the long hill outside this village when I noticed a car parked half off the highway. Yes, three fellows were out of the car and they flagged me down. Seemed like they had a flat and their jack wasn't no good. They wanted me to lend them mine. They were the same fellas. Almost turned me over back the old mill road. You're sure they were the same ones? Yep. I recognized a big red faced fella he was smoking a cigar and he did all the talking. Light him a to a tea, Batman. Sounds like him, Candy. What about the other two men, Mr. Wilkins? Well, one was kind of a tough looking fellow. The other was a little ball headed squirt, nervous as a coat, getting his first bridle on. That's Blake, Latimer's secretary. Uh huh. Hey, did you notice anyone else or anything in the car? No, I didn't. They must have had Superman on the floor. That's that. Did you say Superman? Never mind, Mr. Wilkins. Just tell us what happened. Now you said they wanted to borrow your jack. Yeah, but I told them I didn't have no jack with me. Oh, then you just left them on the road. You don't know where they went afterwards. Sure I do. You do? Where? Hey, hear that thunder? They're in for some more rain. You say you know where they went, Mr. Wilkins? Well, I know where they turned off the highway. So they must have. They must have gone just beyond Maple Creek. Maple Creek? Where's that? Oh, about 20 miles north of here. Jump. And Jemima, step on the starter and let's get going back there. Okay, Candy, pick up Robin and go after Latimer. This may be the payoff. Backing the powerful Batmobile away from the curb, Batman sends it surging up the street to pick up Robin and take up the trail of Big George Latimer. We'll return in a moment for the startling climax of today's episode. So stand by. And now here's a call for fellows to help on a really important job. This is the time of year when you like spending your holidays picnicking and hiking in the woods. And it's also the time of year when the danger from forest fires is greatest. So you're really Johnny on the spot when it comes to protecting our woods and forests. You can appoint yourself a guardian of the valuable trees and lumber. And in that way you'll help save that lumber for needed homes. And here's what to watch out for. Keep an eagle eye out for careless, thoughtless folks who travel through our forests either motoring or on foot, leaving in their trail a lighted match carelessly thrown away. A cigarette left burning near twigs, A campfire left unguarded. That's the kind of thing that causes nine out of 10 forest fires. So here are some rules to guide you on your job of protecting our forests. Crush out all cigarettes and cigars that you see carelessly thrown away. Break matches in two after using them and drown all campfires. Then stir the embers and pour on still more water. Remember, when you're out in the woods, you're Johnny on the spot to prevent forest fires. And that's an important job. It's a man sized job. Now back to the adventures of Superman as we continue now, rain beats steadily on the roof of a deserted barn in the country where Superman, garbed in grimy overalls and not knowing who or where he is, lies helpless in a haylock, unable to move because of the green glowing kryptonite a few feet away. He shakes his head dazedly as Gus, who is guarding him, taunts him. Look at you. Used to be the strongest guy in the world. Now I can smack you in the face and you can't do nothing. Who did you say I used to be? Don't you wish you knew? Now tell me. Tell me, please, who am I? Sammy Claus. Oh, Little Red Riding Hood. Oh, look that. That doesn't make sense. Boy, ain't this something? Doc Marsh is a wiz, that's what. Doc Marsh? Who's he? He's your who do, stupid. My what? Please, I don't reap what's. Listen to that thunder. Look at that lightning. Real summer storm. All right, tell me, please, who am I? You're right. Hey, wait. That one was close. What the sheep was. What's happened? Tree fell on the roof. It shook the whole building. Three? Yes. Why, this is strange. I. I feel much stronger suddenly. Look, I. I can stand up. What the. Holy smokes. The hunk of crypto. Where is it? The what? Look, I can walk. Stay away from me. Wait a minute. Stay away. Wait. Please don't go. No, I want to talk to you. Please, wait a minute. Funny. Screaming for help and running out of the barn. Did he think I was gonna hurt him? Something strange has happened to me. A moment ago I felt so weak I couldn't move. Now I. I feel strong, as if I could move mountains. There's only one trouble. I don't know who I am. I've got to find out. But. But how? Freed from the deadly strength draining influence of the piece of kryptonite which has rolled out of range when a tree fell on the barn roof, Superman has once again regained his enormous strength and curious powers. But something is missing his memory. He does not know who he is or why. Instead of being attired in the red cape and blue costume of Superman, he is wearing ragged overalls. He is suffering from what Dr. Marsh called a form of amnesia. Where will this lead him? Not knowing he is Superman, remembering nothing of his past? Where will he go? What adventures will he encounter? Fellows and girls, we're about to begin the most amazing and exciting of all of Superman's adventures. So be sure to hear every thrill packed episode from today on. Tune in tomorrow and every day, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kel's Pet. For excitement, the Adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DZ comic magazines that is brought to you Monday through Friday at the same time by Kellogg's Pet the Sunshine cereal. Can you identify a yellow headed blackbird? Well, you can if you're collecting those full color bird pictures that come one in every package of Kellogg's Crumbles. You'll want to collect all 24 in the series. And you'll want the fun of trading duplicates with your pals. And you'll want the colorful album too, so that you can paste in your collection. Full instructions for sending in are on the side of every Crumbles package. That's crumbles. Those crinkly sort of sweet and metal rich shreds of good whole wheat. Ask mom to get Kellogg's Crumbles and be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling Adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting. Now here is our star, Vincent Price. Ladies and gentlemen. In a prejudice filled America, no one would be secure in his job, his business, his church or his home. Yet racial and religious antagonisms are exploited daily by quacks and adventurers whose followers make up the irresponsible lunatic fringe of American life. Refuse to listen to or spread rumors against any race or religion. Help to stamp out prejudice in our country. Let's judge our neighbors by the character of their lives alone and not on the basis of their religion or origin.