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BONUS - Superman Summer: The Atom Man (Part 2)
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Superman's amazing adventures continue in the next chapters of "The Atom Man!" The evil Nazi scientist Der Teufel escapes with a piece of kryptonite, and he transforms a young Nazi soldier into his atomic-fueled agent of destruction. Meanwhile, Clark...
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Dan McCullough
This looks like a job for Superman. Kellogg. Pep, the super Delicious Cereal presents the adventures of Superman. 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. Yes, it's Superman. And today it would seem that the chest containing his unconscious form has been left to the whims of a merciless sea. We'll learn more about it in a moment. But right now, here's Dan McCullough with some very exciting news. Say, Dan, have I got news for you today. Big news. Exciting news. Doggone thrilling news. Listen, there's a brand new series of buttons coming out. One in each package of Kellogg's Pep. Yes, sir. Different from any buttons you've ever had. These are comic buttons. 18 different ones in all. Each one with a true to life picture of one of your favorite comic strip characters. Boy, what a thrill you'll get out of these new comic buttons. What? Chuckles There's Superman, of course, and Moon Muffins and Smiling Jack and Smokey Stover. 18 different buttons in all. Each one brilliantly colored with a sparkling white background. Each one made of real sturdy metal. Each one a real eye catcher you'll be proud to wear on your skirt or dress or cap. Now, how do you get these new comic buttons? Well, here's the dope. You don't send in any money. Not even a box. Stop. Fact is, you can't buy them anywhere. They come only as prizes in packages of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's Pet. So make sure your mother gets you some Kellogg's Pet tomorrow. Then see which prize you find inside one of these brand new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. There's a button, a prize for you, in every package of Pep Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. And now, the Adventures of Superman. A piece of steel of all his strength when he comes within 10ft of it. Planning to make millions by selling the mysterious metal to Superman's enemies. A woman called the Scarlet Widow and stole the kryptonite from the Metropolis Museum. And when Superman made a desperate attempt to recover it, he lost consciousness. The Widow placed him in a cedar chest with a small piece of the kryptonite and consigned the chest and Superman to the bottom of the scene. The incoming tide carried the chest to a sandbar near shore where it was seen by a fisherman and his young daughter, Abby. The fisherman refused to battle a powerful riptide to rescue what he thought was a worthless box. And as we continue now in their shack on the beach, his daughter Abby interrupts her cooking to stray to the window. Listen, Pa. Yeah? I think that storm's gonna blow itself out to the north. Sounds like it might as dead. Abby. Pa, what now? That box is still stuck on the bar. The tide will be all in soon. It'll lift her off the box might float out to the sea. There won't be no harm done. That old box is worthless. But, Pa, he promised if the st. If Stone didn't blow up, we'd go and get her. I promised. If so be the tide lifted her off in the bar and brought her in past the worst of the rips, which it ain't done now. You forget that old box, Abby. And tender the supper you got in the stove. All right, Pa. Abby. What, Pa? You're crying. No, I'm not. Pause. You be. Did just count that old box? Not just. What then? Thinking about the party at the Great Horse Saturday night. Now all I've gotta wear these overalls. Pa. I'm getting too big to wear overalls now, except in the boat. Abby, come here. Here's Pa. Abby, do you know, could I get you one of them fine dresses at the store and get it? Oh, I know, Pa. It's just. What? Oh, you're so stubborn, Pa. You say there ain't anything in that box on the bar very. Oh, you don't know, Pa. Not for sure. Maybe there is something in it. Maybe there's dresses or money or something we can sell for things we need so bad. Pa, I tell you there ain't. It's just a worthless old buck. Anyone with two eyes can see it. All right, Pa. I can't go out for it myself. I won't mention it no more. Pa, don't. You dress is in that old box. Money. There ain't nothing in it, I tell you. Stop snifflin'. Just like a woman. You never see the beat of it. Abby, get that line off in the hook and come along. Where, Pa? Do you know where we're going after that box? Oh, Pa. Yes. I'll just show you. Your old PA knows what he's saying. Now get that line and bring it to the door. Away, Pa. Away from me. Boss is still there, Pa, ain't it? Yep. He's stuck in the sand good. I know. Like the looks of that riptide, though. Get caught in it and we ain't got a chance. Oh, I ain't afraid. Not with you. Everyone Says you're just about the best hand with the boat I ever seen. Well, I'll need to be. Good thing that storm veered off. We can work in close to rocks and hit the bar above the rip. There's enough water over the bar now to come down to your extracted box. It's going to be easy bringing it back, though. Oh, you can do it, Pa. You can do anything. Now you got your old pa. He ain't no more. Stubborn old mule. I never called you a mule. You're just about the finest PA a girl ever had. And I'm just hoping there's something in that box for you, too, Pa. Not even a moldy cracker, I'll bet you. Throw the line in the dory, Abby, and help me shovel into water. All right, Pa. Come on now. Who are you? That's it. That's the servant. There we are. Wait for this rower, Abby. Now get in setting the bow and be ready to push if and we pitch into the rock. Hi, Pa. You figure the tide might yet pull the box into the rib? It might. Then it'll smash to pieces. We'll lose it, Pa. Won't be losing nothing, Pa. Don't say there, Harry. Pa. This is a job that can't behind. We'll be there soon enough, though. Ain't more than 30 or 40 yards. Just the rip we gotta be careful of. And them rocks. Watch out now, Abby. I'm gonna come in close. Come watching. Look out by that big rock. Yes, I see it. Had to shave that one close to the rip of the head. Box is still there. Good thing if you'd never seen it. We're taking a fool's risk. We are ready. Oh, maybe there'll be something fine in it. Aw, look. At what? The box. Kind of a green bone shining through us. Don't mind the box. Mind them rocks. What do you suppose makes that green go? Look at it. I told you, Abby. Watch out. What's the matter? We're gonna smash up on the rock. Abby. Where are you, Abby? Abby. Here I am for bar. I see you win for the bar. Here's the head. Yeah. Don't. Don't let the rip get you. Keep going up straight. You're almost there. Keep going. Don't talk. Swim. Swim straight, girl. Straight. You're almost there now. You feel the bar under you. Don't slip off. Don't slip off. You'll be in the rift. Grab onto the box there. Good. Hang on. I'll be right there. You hang on with both hands. I can make it. It's a good thing we were so close to the bar. Hang on good to the box. Heavy. I pulled the joy smash. I wasn't watching the rocks like he told me. How are we gonna get back? Well, we gotta hope this here fox stays put till the tide's all in. If so be we can swim out of the way, work back round the rich assort comes loose. It's one of TI d. Well, let's not be thinking about that. I wish I'd never seen her so far. Ain't nothing good in it. I know. Can't get the door. Ain't no use taking on about that now, Abby. I know Pa has come away. Compare she be. Hang on tight, Abby. Swept into the rib. Hang on to the box, Abby. Hang on to your life. Frantically, the old fisherman and his daughter Abby cling to the cedar chest in which lie the unconscious Superman and the deadly kryptonite as the powerful surging tide lifts it from the sandbar. We'll return in a moment for the startling climax of today's episode. But first, let's stand by for a friendly tip. You know, gang, I got a preview of those swell new comic buttons, the new prizes in packages of Kellogg's Pet. I saw some of them this morning and I could hardly wait for time for Superman. So I could give you the big news because I had an idea you'd be just as excited about them as I am. Think of it. 18 different buttons in real brilliant colors on sturdy metal. Each one with a picture of one of your favorite comic strip characters. Like moon Mullins and Ko Orphan Annie. Her dog Sandy. And Superman, of course. 18 brand new buttons to collect and trade with your friends and wear pinned on your shirt or dress or jacket. Talk about a swell hobby. Boy, this is it. And the best part is you don't have to send in any money for these new comic buttons. Not even a box. Stop. You can't buy them anywhere. They're an exclusive prize for you in packages of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's Pep. So ask mom to get you some Pep tomorrow. Then see which prize you find inside one of these nifty new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. Get set to collect them all. There's one of these exciting prizes in every package of P E P Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. And now back to the Adventures of Superman. Their door erect in their effort to secure the cedar chest containing Superman, which was stuck on a sandbar, the fisherman and his Young daughter Abby cling frantically to the chest as the incoming tide dislodges it and sweeps it into a savage rushing rip tide. The rip's on his pocket. Hang on to the box, Abby, or you'll be pulling this whole box. Hold together. You were out of the rip. Paul. Paul. Hang on to the boss. They say come to boss. Old land of mercy she is. If she fussed up, we're done for. Abby, humble, brave. Put my brain going down there where old stinking knock came out of the box. Phosphorus in the water like these. Hang on, Abby. Hang on. The box is coming to pieces. Hang on to me, Abby. Look. Easy, girl, easy. I got you. Look in the box. It's a man. Lend a mercy. Adam, Bunny, Ronnie. Fighting desperately with helplessly in the savage riptide, Abby and her father are hurled violently apart, whirled over and over, then dragged beneath the surface as the cedar chest containing the unconscious figure of Superman is ripped to shreds. What will happen to them and to the man of Steel? Don't miss tomorrow's exciting episode, fellows and girls, when we learn the fate of Superman and of Abby and her father, tune in same time, same station for the Adventures of Superman. Fellows and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in the Superman DC publication. What's the good word, gang? It's kellogg's. Kellogg's Raisin 40% Bran Flakes. The happy combination of fruit and cereal that makes breakfast loads of fun. Crisper, toasty fresh flakes. Delicious vine ripened honey sweet raisins, Delicious flakes and raisins teamed up together, doubly delicious. And those seedless raisins are so naturally sweet, you can go easy on mom's precious supply of sugar. Kellogg packs a lot of nutrition in this double feature treat, too. Ask mom for Kellogg's Raisin 40% Bran Flakes. And be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. Kellogg Pep, the Super Delicious Cereal presents the Adventures of Superman. 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. Yes, it's Superman. Who is today freed of the greatest threat to his power. The fragment of kryptonite. We'll learn what happens in a moment. But Right. Now, let's HEAR what Dan McCullough has in store for us. Maybe some of you members of the gang couldn't listen in yesterday when I broke that big news, but I'll bet you've heard about it just the same. Because those new comic buttons now being packed in packages of Kellogg's Pep are so sensational that, well, the news spread like wildfire. One fellow tells another and one girl tells her girlfriend until everybody's all hepped up about collecting these colorful new buttons. It's a swell idea putting pictures of your funny, chic favorites on sturdy metal buttons so you can wear them on your jacket or cap. And it's more fun than a three ring circus swapping the buttons when you get duplicates. Rounding out your whole collection of 18 different comic strip characters, Superman is one smart looking button. Of course, then there's Harold, Teen and Lilums and Herbie. 18 of your comic pals in all. Now, to be sure you get every one of them, start mom off buying Kellogg's Pep for you tomorrow. That's the only way you can get these exciting prizes, you know, in packages of that super delicious whole wheat Flake cereal. Kellogg's Pet. You don't send in a single penny, not even a box. Stop. You just look inside the pet package and there you are. One of these brand new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. There's a prize in every package of Pep Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Tree. And now, the adventures of Superman. Learning that a piece of kryptonite, a fragment of the shattered planet on which Superman had been born, had the strange power to rob the man of Steel of his strength. A woman called the Scarlet Widow stole it from the Metropolis Museum. In a desperate attempt to recover the fragment. Superman lost consciousness and the widow placed him in a cedar chest with a small piece of the kryptonite and dropped him into the sea. The tide carried the chest to a sandbar near shore where a fisherman and his young daughter Abby were wrecked while trying to retrieve it. Clinging to the cedar chest, they were swept into a savage riptide. And as it broke apart in the wild water, they appeared doomed. As we continue now in the cold raging sea, Superman, freed of the presence of the kryptonite, is regaining consciousness. Listen. What? Where am I? I hear someone. It's another voice. Hey, Scott. I'm in the sea. How did I. Wait a minute. This girl caught in the riptide and an old man away for them. Away. Picking the girl and her father from the seething water superman, once more in possession of all his amazing powers, streaked to the fisherman's shack on the beach, the two wet, bedraggled figures in his arms. There, after the girl and her father have changed into dry clothes, they sit drinking hot tea, listening in wide eyed amazement to the man in the red cape and blue costume. I'm sorry I can't tell you who I am or how I came to be in that cedar chest. But I do want you to trust me and promise not to mention a word of what happened today. Oh my God. How do I know what happened to you, Paul? It seems like I know, Abby, but I can't believe it. This here fella seemed to be dead in that there box. But the next thing you know, he was flying us out of the rip. I didn't know for sure this was our own kitchen. I'd be sure. We're in another world. Well, I assure you you're not in another world, Abby. Now, about that promise. It's very important that my enemies and yours don't find out what happened. Our enemies? We ain't got no enemies, mister. Not since the war has been over. Oh yes you have. Although the war is officially over, there are many evil fanatical men and women, some even here in our own country, who are plotting ways and means of building toward another war and undoing all we fought for. My star. You mean them half seasoned captains? Yes, and they're sympathizers. There are many of them. Some were involved in this attack on me. Now, will you promise to keep all that happened here today a strict secret? Of course we will. Won't we, Pa? Of course. You saved my life, mister. And my daughter. Oh, you saved my life. I don't think now that the kryptonite itself can kill me. But apparently it can keep me unconscious as long as I'm within 10ft of it. My body needs food. So eventually, if I'd been carried back to the bottom of the sea, I'd have perish crypt in the port. Huh? Oh, never mind. By the way, Abby, you said you saw a piece of green glowing metal fall out of the cedar chest. Oh, that's right. Remember Pa? Yep. Looked like phosphorus. Indeed. How big was it? Oh, it was pretty small. How big would you say, Pa? No bigger than the pebbles. That means they put only a tiny fragment in the chest with me. Got to recover the rest of it in a hurry before they. I'm going now. And thanks again by the way. Mr. Hinkle. Sam Hinkle. Mr. Hinkle. I'll see that you get a new dory to replace the one you smashed on the rocks. There ain't no reason for you to get me new dory, mister. We didn't know it was you in that old box. The honest truth is we went out cause Abby here had a fool notion. Might be fancy dresses and stuff in it. That's right. Oh, I see. Well, maybe Abby found her fancy dresses at that. I don't know what you mean, mister. Well, you'll both be hearing from me. Thanks again. Goodbye. Bye. This is the closest call I've ever had and it mustn't happen again. I better go back to the Planet first. Up and away. Leaving the humble fisherman's shack, Superman streaks through the late afternoon skies toward Metropolis. Red capes streaming in the wind. Meanwhile, in Perry White's office at the Daily Planet, the gray haired editor, Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane are frantic with worry at the mysterious absence of Clark Kent. Maybe you ought to try broadcasting for Superman again, Ms. Lane. He can find Mr. Kent. I've been broadcasting for hours, Jim, and all I've done is lost my voice. He must be beyond the range of our station or else he's in trouble. Superman in trouble? Don't be silly, Olson. But Mr. Kent said if Superman didn't come to headquarters with the kryptonite by midnight last night, he might never be seen again. Kent didn't know what he was talking about. He got himself all steamed up about the kryptonite being a danger to Superman. And he wound up by getting himself in trouble. Fancies himself a detective and walks into a trap. Of all the dumb, the asinine, the hat with it. Fearless. Someone I know? Chief. Mr. Ken. Look, it's Mr. Ken. Is it really you? In the flesh. We've been going crazy here. Take it easy. Take it easy. What's all the excitement about, huh? What's all the excitement about? Why, you, you, you, you. You watch your blood pressure too. What? You care about my blood pressure? Where have you been the last 48 hours? Not that I should know, of course. I'm only your editor. The fool who pays you your salary. Why, I. We've been worried today. We thought you'd been trapped by the vulture or one of the others who escaped with him. Well, we've been driving the police department crazy. Lois has practically lost a voice broadcasting an SOS for Superman. Superman? Yeah, we thought maybe he could find you, Mr. Ken. Oh, well, I'm sorry you were all so worried about me. He's sorry now Isn't that noble of us? Well, now, that doesn't answer my question. Kent, where have you been? Well, I started out to look for the kryptonite. Well, did you find it? No. How about Superman? You told Captain Donovan that Superman might never be seen again. Superman's all right, Jim, for the moment. For the moment? How do you mean, Clark? Just what I say. He's all right until the Widow and Sniggers and the others make another attempt against him with the kryptonite. The Widow and who? He's had Sniggers. Well, who's the Widow and Sniggers? They're the ones who have the kryptonite. A woman called the Scarlet Widow and a little cockney named Sniggers. Bad. A pair as I ever saw in my life. They're working with the Vulture, Der Teufel, Papa Rauch and the Laugher. Well, I haven't time to explain now. There's a lot to do and it must be done quickly. Look, chief, I've written descriptions of the Scarlet Widow and Sniggers. I want you to run them on the first page of the Daily Planet. Explain that they're a menace to Superman and to society. And ask anyone seeing them to communicate with us or. Or the police department. Now, wait a minute. There isn't a minute to waste, chief. Not a second. If you hurry, you can get those descriptions into the last edition. Jim, you come with me. Oh, gosh, sure. You bet. Where, Mr. Kent? You'll find out. Come on. Now, look here, Kent. What do you mean just walking into my office and giving me and my staff orders? I'm the editor here, and I want to tell you to tell me what this is all about. I told you all I can. Now, chief, please trust me. Trust him? Of all the really cor tent, the One Man Detective Agency and Police Department. Haven't you any orders for me, Sherlock? No, but I do have a favor to ask of you, Lois. What's that? Would you please go to the best store in town and get two of the fanciest party dresses you can buy? What? I don't know what size, but. Oh, she's about the same height, Jim. She dresses. Why, Clark Kent, don't tell me you've got a girl. Oh, of course not, Lois. No, no, you see, look at her blush. Oh, Mr. Kent's got a girl. Never mind. Never mind that now. Now I want to know what you're. Where are you going? Something important. Come back. We gotta move. Leaving Perry White's office. Clark Kent hurries to the elevators, followed by the eager Jimmy Olsen. What is so important that Kent forgot? We'll return in a moment for the climax of today's episode. But first, here again is your announcer. I'm telling you, gang, these new comic buttons, the new prizes and packages of Kellogg's Pep, are just about the most fun that ever happened in the first place. They're old familiar favorites, you know, pals you've been following in the funny papers for a long time, like Smitty and Herbie and Skeezix and Superman, of course. And they're done up in full comic strip colors printed clear and bright as anything on sparkling white metal buttons. The kind you can pin on your jacket or dress or cap. Then there's the fun of collecting all 18 different buttons. Trading duplicates with your friends. Boy, makes a swell hobby. And the best part is you don't have to send in a single penny for these amusing buttons. Not. Not even a box. Stop. You can't even buy them anywhere. You get them as exclusive prizes in packages of that super delicious Whole Wheat Flake cereal, Kellogg's Pet. So get busy on your collection. Ask mom to get you a package of Kellogg's Pet tomorrow. Inside each package there's a swell prize. One of these new flashy comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. That's P E P, Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. Hurrying to Metropolis Police headquarters with Jimmy Olsen, Clark Kent found that Inspector Henderson was out after speaking to Captain Donovan, Henderson's assistant, Kent. Jimmy and Donovan entered a police car with several officers and were driven swiftly to a 65 story apartment building on Boulevard Drive. As we join them now, they have just entered a private elevator and Captain Donovan is taking it up. You broadcast the descriptions of the Scarlet Widow and snakers all over the country. Captain Donovan on the teletype now, Kent. Good. I want to look at this apartment. You say they were in with the Vulture de Teufel and those two others? Oh, Paparash and the Laugher. Gosh. I want to see their apartment too. You'll see it in a moment. It's the penthouse of this building. But they're not there now. That's why I was in such a hurry to give you the descriptions of the widow and sniggers. Captain. How do you know they're not there now, Kent? Oh, well, I'm sure of it. Mr. Kent says they all beat it with the kryptonite. He says the building superintendent didn't see them move Out. This is a private elevator for the penthouse. And it opens on the side of the building. They could easily have left without being seen. Especially at night. We'll soon find out. Here's the 65th floor. Okay, men, Quiet now. You don't have to be careful, I tell you. There's nobody in the apartment. How can you tell, Mr. Ken? Maybe Kent looks through doors and walls like this fella Superman he's so worried about, huh? Ring the bell, Haley. Okay, captain. There, you see? I told you. Ring it again, Haley. Right. Oh, my gosh. Maybe they're all waiting in there with guns. No, they're not, Jim. Okay, you got the pass key, Haley, Open her up. No, wait a minute. Don't open the door. Huh? What's the matter with you? Don't open it, I tell you. Don't. But you just said nobody was in there. I. I know, but. But don't open it. Don't. Amazed, Jimmy Olsen, Captain Donovan and the police officers look at Clark Kent whose eyes are wide with terror and whose face has turned ghostly pale. What has Kent has Superman seen in the Scarlet Widow's apartment? Don't miss tomorrow's exciting episode, fellows and girls. Tune in, same time, same station, and follow the adventures of Superman. 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. Fellas, and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC publications. Say, gang Mom's calling the signals for a special treat at breakfast when she gives you Kellogg's Raisin 40% Bran Flakes. Kellogg's own happy combination of fruit and cereal. Right in the same package. The toasty flakes are extra crisp. Kellogg Crisp. The Honey Delicious raisins are so naturally sweet you save on sugar. And teamed up together, flakes and raisins make a sure fire combination for mighty good eating. Ask mom for kellogg's. Kellogg's Raisin 40% Bran Flakes. And be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. Kellogg's Pep, the Super Delicious cereal presents the Adventures of Superman. 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. Yes, it's Superman. Who is today again on the trail of the Scarlet Widow and her deadly weapon, the kryptonite. Narrowly escaping death when the Scarlet Widow placed him in a cedar chest with a small piece of kryptonite and consigned the chest to the bottom of the sea. Superman knows that he must recover the main fragment of kryptonite from the Widow if he is to stay alive. With Jimmy Olsen, police Captain Donovan and several officers, Superman and his guys of Clark Kent returned to the penthouse apartment of the Scarlet Widow. Although he said the apartment was now empty, Kent suddenly called out to the amazed officers not to open the door. As we continue now in the foyer outside the widow's 65th story apartment Kent, pale and trembling, his eyes glazed, staggers backward into the elevator. Listen. What's the matter, Mr. Kent? Are you sick? I feel a little weak, Jim. Oh, gosh, you're pale as a ghost and you're shaking. Well, I'll be all right in a minute. I didn't look in the flower pots. I took for granted that the Widow would take all the stuff away with her. All what stuff? Huh? What are you talking about, Mr. Ken? Look, Jim, I want you to listen and then do exactly as I say. Will you? Sure, I will, but what's this all about? First you say there's nobody in the apartment and then you start yelling not to open the door. I know. And then you practically pass out. Oh, never mind. Now, listen and get this straight. I want you to go into the apartment. Aren't you coming? I can't. Why not? Look, you're not having a heart attack or something, are you? Oh, no, no. I just felt a little weak for a moment, but I'm all right now. Maybe you ate something that didn't agree with you. Never mind me. Just listen and don't interrupt. Now, there's a flower pot standing near the entrance to the living room. In the earth around the plant is a tiny piece of green, glowing metal. I want you to get it. What for? What is it? Will you stop interrupting? This is important. Pick up that piece of metal with a handkerchief, not with your bare hands and take it to Dr. John Milliken at the University of Metropolis Laboratory as quickly as you can. But why? What? Never mind the whys and what's. Just get the cr. The piece of metal and take it to Dr. Milliken. Tell him I'll be there very soon. Now get going. Oh, wait. If Captain Donovan sees me taking anything, he'll throw Me in the hose guy? No, he won't. There's more of the stuff in the other flower pots in the living room and on the terrace. As a matter of fact, you might call them to Donovan's attention. So we'll take them to headquarters but warn them not to touch the stuff with their bare hands. All right. Go ahead, Jim. Okay. Where are you going? I never saw anyone who could ask so many questions. I'm taking this elevator down. I'll have one of Donovan's men bring it up again. Now, don't fail me, Jim. I won't, Mr. Kent. Okay. Leaving the building, Kent waits nearby, hidden in the early evening shadows until he sees Jimmy emerge and enter a taxi cab. A short time later, in his true identity of Superman Kent knocks at the Laboratory door of Dr. John Milliken, world famous physicist. Good evening, Dr. Milliken. Superman? That's right, doctor. Come in, come in. Thank you. I'm delighted to see you. I haven't had that pleasure since we worked together on the atom. That's right. Now, come into the laboratory and tell me what I can do for you. If you don't mind, doctor, let's talk right here. It will be much more comfortable at my desk there. Chairs. I know. I'm sorry, but I can't go to your desk. I don't understand. There's something very dangerous to me on your desk, doctor. Dangerous to you? I know it sounds fantastic, but that tiny piece of green glowing metal that young Olson just left with you is my deadliest enemy. What? Well, now, look here, Superman. Do you feel perfectly well? I feel fine now, doctor. But it's the gospel truth. That fragment is a piece of the former planet Krypton where I was born. And by some strange chemical action I lose all my strength when I come within 10ft of it. I can't believe it. Repeat. It's true, only too true. I told Dr. Whistler, meteorologist of the museum, my story before he died. It was his theory that the substance of the former planet Krypton created a race of supermen there. But here on Earth, a fragment of kryptonite has just the opposite effect on a former inhabitant of that planet. Meaning me. In this atmosphere, the kryptonite robs me of all my strength. Whistler said that? Amazing. Yes. Unfortunately, right after Dr. Whistler died some of my enemies managed to steal the kryptonite. And last night, they almost succeeded in doing away with me. Oh, good heavens. When they learn I'm still alive, I'm sure they'll Try to destroy me again. Don't say that. We need you. You've been of tremendous service to this country. Thank you, doctor. Then perhaps you'll help me. How can I help you? Examine that sliver of kryptonite on your desk. That phosphorescent metal. Is that kryptonite? That's right. Study that kryptonite. Doctor, you're the greatest physicist in the world. Perhaps you can discover how I can defend myself against it. Of course, I'll do my best. But it seems so unbelievable that this. This sliver of kryptonite can knock you out. It will ultimately destroy me unless you can develop some defense against it. I'll get to work on it at once. But I can't promise anything, you understand? I understand. But I'm counting on you, Doctor, this. Well, you're my last hope. I'll do everything in my power, naturally. Now, where can I contact you if I have anything to report? Call Clark Kent at the Daily Planet. Just tell him it's important that you see me. Don't give the message to anyone else. Kent can reach you in an emergency. I keep in touch with Kent, you might say. Now, I've got to try to pick up the trail of the kryptonite before it's used against me again. Good luck, Dr. Milliken. I'm going to need it. Here, I'll take you to the elevator. No, thanks. I see your skylight is open. I'll use that if you don't mind. So long, doctor. Good night, Superman. Believe me, I'll do all I can. I'm sure you will. Up and away. Leaping up through the open laboratory skylight Superman streaks away into the evening to take up his desperate search for the Scarlet Widow and the dreaded Kryptonite. But meanwhile, in another Metropolis laboratory small, dirty basement room of cluttered tables, retorts and a littered floor, a strange scene is taking place. The single window is closely boarded and nailed over with heavy black paper. And under the dim glow of an electric bulb hanging from the ceiling two men lean over a test tube suspended above a Bunsen burner. In the tube is a small piece of green glowing metal and a heavy purplish liquid which boils violently and gives off a brilliant white light and hot steam. One of the men is squat and powerfully built with a bald, bullet shaped head and eyes magnified like a frog's behind abnormally thick spectacles. This is Der Teufel, who, until the war ended, was one of Germany's most brilliant scientists. And Espionage agents. The other man is tall and lean. With cold, pale eyes set in a sallow, impassive face. Watching the test tube, Derteville scowls. Folks, everything I have tried, Krauss, everything. But I am unable to dissolve the Kryptonite. All last night and all today you work on this problem. Fer. Why is it so important to dissolve the kryptonite? That is simple. Because of its effect on Superman. I am convinced that kryptonite is an even greater source of atomic energy than U235 uranium. Now do you understand? Nein. You must explain further. Typho, you are a blockhead. But see, I will try to make you understand. Everything on Earth is soluble. Everything can be dissolved. Which means the Kryptonite, too. If only the proper chemical agent can be discovered. And once the Kryptonite is dissolved. Do you not see what that means to us, Krauss? Do you not see? Puzzled, the man Kraus waits for Teufel to explain. What has Der Teufel. Whose name in English means the devil in mind. We'll return in a moment to find out. But first let's hear from our good friend. You know what I heard the other day? Well, someone told me that one of the members of the gang was listening closely Monday. When I first told you all about these brand new comic buttons. The new prizes in packages of Kellogg's Pet. And this young fellow was so pleased and excited with the big news. He came right out with a big yippee. Well, I bet you feel like that, too. When you get your first new comic button. It'll be one of your old favorite funny sheet characters. You know, maybe Superman himself. Or Skeezix. Or Uncle Walt. Or Smokey Stover. You know him, don't you? Or any one of 18 different buttons. Each one a humdinger for color and sparkle. You'll get a big kick out of rounding out your collection of all 18 buttons. Swapping duplicates with your pals. Wearing them on your jacket or dress or cap. And here's the payoff, gang. You don't send in a single penny for these new comic buttons. Not even a box top. You can't even buy them anywhere. You just ask mom to get you plenty of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's Pep. Inside every package, there's a swell prize. One of these brand new Thriller Diller comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. So get in on the fun. Make sure mom gets you a package of PE Pep. Made by Kellogg's Of Battle Creek. And now back to the adventures of Superman. In a dirty secret basement laboratory under the streets of Metropolis De Teufel, one of Germany's most brilliant scientists, has been unable to dissolve the piece of Kryptonite which he stole from the Scarlet Widow. Krauss, one of his henchmen, expresses bewilderment. As I said, Teufel, I am not a scientist. So tell me, why does it mean so much to us that the Kryptonite be dissolved? You will see for yourself. But first I must return to Germany, to the Black Forest. They are waiting for me is Herr Professor Milch. Milch is a great chemist, a genius. He will be able to dissolve the Kryptonite, if anyone can. He will. Yeah, I'm certain of it. Now listen to me, Klaus. The Scarlet Widow, the Vulture and the Laugher seek everywhere for me. So too do the American police. All of them are dangerous. But none so dangerous as the Scarlet Widow. I fooled her once, and I will do it again with your help. But you must do now, tonight is to obtain papers for me, a disguise and whatever else is necessary so that I can return to Germany at once. See, Teufel, you ask me to take tremendous risks, not only with my own life, but with those of our comrades. It is only right that you should tell me why I do it. You, Ferrisste Dunkopf is Eiderteuffel who commands. All right, all right, Krauss, I will tell you. When Herr Professor Milk dissolves the kryptonite, I intend to create an Atom Man. An Atom Man? Yeah, an Atom man who from his very fingertips will unleash such a fury of horror and destruction upon our enemies as they have never even dreamed of. My Atom man will forever reduce the great Superman and all our enemies to something even less than dust. Now, will you arrange for me to return to Germany? It will be done, Herr Teufel, at once. Hail Hitler. You mean, Heil Teufer. It is I who will succeed where Hitler failed. Ha ha. Go now, Krauss. Hurry and range matters. Schnell. His huge, distorted eyes gleaming behind his thick spectacles, De Teufel laughs gleefully at his monstrous vision. What is the Atom man he has promised to create? And will it be able to destroy Superman as Teufel promises? Teufel. The devil. Fellows and girls, the plot against the man of Steel is spreading swiftly, dangerously. So don't miss a single episode of his fight for his own life and for the life of humanity. Tune in tomorrow and every day, Monday through Friday, same Time, same station and thrill to the Adventures of Superman. 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. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. Kellogg's Pep, the super delicious cereal presents the adventures of Superman. 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. Yes, it's Superman, whose fight to destroy the one power on Earth that can destroy him is now taking a new turn. And now, the adventures of Superman. In danger of his life, Superman is searching desperately for the Scarlet Widow who almost destroyed him with a piece of kryptonite. The kryptonite is a fragment of the planet Krypton where Superman was born and robs him of his strength when he comes within 10ft of it. But unknown to Superman, part of the kryptonite was stolen from the Widow by Der Teufel, Germany's most brilliant scientist. Unable to dissolve the strange green glowing metal in order to form a powerful atomic substance Teufel told a Nazi underground agent named Kraus that he must take the kryptonite to Germany where he knew of a chemist who could dissolve it and create an atom man, a creature who could control Superman at will. Meanwhile, in the back room of a small book and gift shop in a fashionable district of Metropolis the gaunt, ugly Scarlet Widow angrily hurls a stack of telegrams at the feet of Sniggers, her little henchman. Listen, my agent can't find Teufel in Detroit. They can't find him in Los Angeles. They can't find him in Cuba or Mexico or Canada. Where is he? He's a sly one, writing that toyful is. But if you listen to me, Widder, you'll forget about him. Forget about him? Are you crazy, Snickers? He got away with a quarter of the kryptonite worth a million dollars. I sure he didn't. I'd like to slit his dirty throat for it. But we still got three pieces of the blooming stuff left. And that's why I think you're making a bad mistake with her. Suppose The Vulture and them other two blokes finds out we dumped Superman in the ocean and he's dead. They won't pay us nothing for the kryptonite. Then how can they find out? Only you and I know who was in that cedar chest. Yeah, they're smart, they are. Let them find Teufel. They know I won't sell them any part of the kryptonite until I see that double crossing Nazi dead at my feet right now. He's alive someplace, somewhere. Why don't the police find him? I don't know. The police is hunting for us too. Don't forget that. And every day that blinking Daily Parrot newspaper puts descriptions of us in the first page. Tell anyone what sees us to call the bobbies. Don't worry, we're safe here. I don't like it. Not a bit. I don't look at Widder. Let's tell what we've left of the blooming kryptonite and op it out of here. No, I said. Not until I see Teufel dead. Now get off that chair. I want to use the typewriter. What are you going to do? I'm going to send a special delivery letter to every one of my agents all over the world. Telling them I'm raising my price to $200,000 for Teufel. Oh, that's a lot of felding money, that is. He's got to be found. He didn't evaporate into thin air. He's someplace, somewhere. And I'm going to find him and see him dead if it's the last thing I ever do. As the Scarlet Widow's long bony fingers tap out an urgent command to her underworld agents to find the man who robbed and double crossed her. Der Teufel himself, carefully disguised in a wig of thinning gray hair and a short stubby beard, his fleshy face cleverly molded to new lines and contours, and wearing a black homburg hat and mink lined overcoat, has just stepped from a clipper plane at Lisbon. Holding a bulky briefcase close to his side, he extends a passport to a customs officer who examines it perfunctorily as a large transport warms its place. Powerful motors nearby. You are Dr. Alexander Orlovsky, senor? Yes. You travel from here to Madrid? I do. On my way to my own country, Belgravia, where I'm finance Minister. See? Here is your business, senor. Your plane leaves in 10 minutes. Thank you. Hurrying to the transport plane, his briefcase clutched tightly under his arm, Der Teufel is Flown high over the Pyrenees and set down at bustling the bourgeoisier airport of Paris. Once more, his bulky briefcase held tightly under his arm he presents his passport to a customs inspector. The newspaper reporters, they hear you arrived today and they asked for you. If you could perhaps not tell the reporters I'm arrived. My plane to Berlin leaves very soon and I wish to rest before continuing my journey. Oui, monsieur. Alone, I will say north. Into them. Voila. Your visa, monsieur. Bon voyage. Merci, monsieur. Merci. Merci. Still undetected in his disguise of Dr. Orlovsky, Finance Minister of Belgravia Der Teufel carrying a small piece of the deadly kryptonite which he believes can be used to create an atomic creature able to forever control the strength and power of Superman waits in Paris for a plane to carry him to Germany and his mysterious destination. Meanwhile, haggard from his unrelenting but futile search for the Scarlet Widow and the Kryptonite Superman, in his guise of Clark Kent, is in the Teletype Room at Metropolis Police headquarters with Inspector Henderson. Here's the Flash from Washington. No, no soap, Kent. Fellow they picked up as Papa Rose turned out to be a respectable high school teacher, a refugee. If you'd only listen to me, inspector and concentrate on the search for the Scarlet Widow and Snickers, I think you'd get further. They have the kryptonite. Oh, you and your kryptonite. I thought you had better sense, Kent. Why? Believing that a piece of fallen meteor can harm Superman? It can do more than that, inspector. Ultimately, it can destroy him. What? Look, I always had a lot of respect for you, Kent but after a crack like that, I'm crazy, huh? Well, listen, I can tell for you, inspector. Oh, thank you, Ms. Hardy. I'll be right along. I had the call transferred to the Teletype Room. Take it on the phone right here. Okay. Excuse me, Kent. Certainly. Inspector Henderson speaking. Oh, yes, Haley. What? Say that again. What? A fire with green flames. Green flames? What have you been drinking, Inspector? What did you say about. Just a minute, Kent, will you please? What'd you just say, Haley? I didn't get it. A murder? Well, why didn't you say so in the first place? Sure. I'll be right out. Where is it, huh? Two, two, six. Yeah, yeah, okay. All right, I'll see you right away. Well, how do you like that? Ken Haley gives me some cock and bull story about a fire in the basement. A fire that burns with green flames, he says before he breaks down and tells me there's a murdered man in the basement. Come on, we'll have a look. Fire that burns with green flames, huh? It's very interesting, Inspector, very interesting. I wonder if it could possibly be. Eagerly, Clark Kent hurries from police headquarters with Inspector Henderson, who is the murdered man at the scene of the strange fire of green flames. We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. Say your eyes will pop, gang, when you get your first comic button from this brand new series in packages of Kellogg's Pep. These new buttons are really snappy bright full colored pictures of familiar comic strip characters like Uncle Walt and Skeezeeks and Nina and Superman, of course. Each one printed in bright colors on a sturdy metal button you'll want to wear pinned on your jacket or dress or cap. Now, there are 18 different buttons in all. So get busy, collect the whole series. Start out by asking mom to get you a package or two of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's Pep. That's the only way you can get these new comic buttons. You know, you don't send in any money, not even a box top. You just look inside the pep package for your prize. One of these brand new exciting comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. There's a button in every package of P E P Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. And now back to the adventures of Superman. Clark Kenton and Spector Henderson have just arrived at the scene of a recent fire. The basement of a dingy tenement house. The basement, equipped as a cluttered, dirty little laboratory, has been half burned out and the charred walls are a strange green. Leaving Officer Haley outside to keep back the curious crowd, Kent Henderson and a police surgeon are examining two men who lie on the basement floor. One, a short foreign looking old man with thinning gray hair and a stubby beard, lies on his side, dead, the blade of a knife in his back. He is clad only in his underwear. The other man, tall and lean, sallow faced, breathes faintly. This tall young fellow. How bad is he, doc? Beyond help, Inspector. Third degree burns. He won't last more than a few minutes. His driving license says Fred Krause. This address. No other identification. There might be some prints on the knife. I wonder who the old fellow is, where his clothes are. He looks kind of familiar. I know who he is, Inspector. You do? Who is he? Cant. Dr. Alexander Orlovsky, Finance minister of Belgravia. Oh, he came to the United States a few weeks ago to Try to float a government loan. Are you sure? Positive. I interviewed him. What's the finance minister of Belgravia doing here in this dump? And with a knife in his back? There's a nice kettle of fish. What's the matter, Ken? What? I don't know. I suddenly felt weak and dizzy. What? Great Scott. What? What's the matter now? That test tube I just dropped. I was examining it, Inspector. There was kryptonite in that test tube a short time ago. Kryptonite? Yes. That accounts for the green flames. The Scarlet Widow must have been here. And maybe the Vulture Der Teufel and that gang, too. They killed Dr. Olofsky for some reason. Something to do with me. With you? Huh? Oh, I mean with Superman. Oh, this man, Fred Krause, he must know where they went and what they're up to. Doctor, you've got to bring him to. He's got to tell us. Well, what do you say, doc? Any chance? I don't know, Inspector. He's in pretty bad shape, but I'll try. I'll need some hot water. Wait. There's a sink over there, Kent. Maybe. I'll see. Yes, it's hot. I'll get a fan. You've got to bring him too, Doctor. You've got to. He can tell us where the Widow is. And the kryptonite. He must be made to talk. Quickly and skillfully, the police surgeon works to revive Fred Krause, the Nazi underground leader. Will he succeed? And will Krauss tell Superman where de Teufel is? And of Teufel's monstrous plan to create an atomic monster capable of destroying not only Superman, but all of civilization? At this moment, Teufel, in his disguise of Dr. Alexander Orlovsky is preparing to leave Paris for Germany. Never was Superman in such grave. Dangerous. Now. So don't miss tomorrow's exciting episode, Fellows and girls, tune in, same time, same station and follow the adventures of Superman. 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. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Kellogg's Pep, the Super Delicious Cereal presents the adventures of Superman. 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. And now the Adventures of Superman. A fragment of kryptonite which robs Superman of his strength when it is brought near him, was stolen from the Metropolis Museum by the Scarlet Widow. The widow, in turn, was robbed of a quarter of it by Der Teufel, a brilliant but unscrupulous Nazi scientist disguised as Dr. Orlovsky, a foreign minister. Teufel, whose name in English means the devil, is speeding to Germany with the kryptonite, where he plans to create an atomic monster able to control Superman and perhaps conquer the world. Meanwhile, in his guise of Clark Kent, Superman and police Inspector Henderson arrived at the scene of a fire in a secret basement laboratory where they found the real Dr. Orlovsky murdered and a man named Kraus dying from burns. Discovering traces of kryptonite in a test tube, Kent urged a police surgeon to try to revive Kraus. And as we continue now in the charred laboratory, the police surgeon works over Krause while Kent and Inspector Henderson watch anxiously. Listen. Well, how is he, Doc? Very low, Inspector. It's just a matter of minutes now. We've got to talk to him, Doctor. Can't you give him adrenaline or something? I've given him cholomine, Kent. If anything will bring him around, that will. I'm not too hopeful, though. He must come too. We. We've got to get him to tell us who was here. Whoever it was murdered Dr. Orlofsky. A lot more than murder took place here, Inspector. Something to do with a kryptonite. Oh, forget that nonsense, Kent. Nonsense. I tell you that unless that kryptonite is found, and soon, it may mean the end of Superman. What's that? Don't pay any attention to him, Doc. Somebody fed him a lot of hot air about Superman being in danger and he fell for it. Now, doc, you've got to bring Krause around. I'm doing all I can, Inspector, but. Wait a minute. He just groaned. Yes, I think he's coming too. Good. Teufel. What did he say? Teufel. Typho. Orlovsky. You hear that, Kent? He knows about Dr. Orlovsky. Yes, and apparently Teufel was here. Now, what about Orlovsky? Kraus? Who killed him? Teufel. Teufel killed him. Control, wait, Inspector. Superman pulse is strengthening, Inspector. It's just possible to have a rational moment. I suggest that you decide on the most important question you want to ask him. Ask him where the Kryptonite is, Inspector. Are you out of your mind? Ken, I want to know who killed Orlovsky. But if you find out who. Teufel. Where are you irrational now? Quick, question him. Kraus. Where is the Kryptonite? Shut up, Kent. Teufel has it. Where is Teufel? I said shut up, Kent. Now, Kraus, Kraus, listen to me. Who killed Dr. Orlovsky? Typho. I thought so. Where is he? Kraus? Where did he go? He went. He went. Where did he go? All right, where? Where? Cross. He went to Atom Man. I'm afraid he's sinking, Inspector. Listen, Klaus. Where? Where? Atom man destroy. Kraus. Listen, Kraus. It's no use, Inspector. He's dead. Well, that's that, Kent. Now I'm in a fine spot. I've got to tell the Belgravian government and the newspapers that Teufel, who broke out of prison, somehow knifed Dr. Orlovsky and escaped again. Now isn't that going to make me look good? We've got to find Teufel, Inspector. No kidding. Well, what do you think we've been trying to do ever since he broke out of the pan? But now it's even more important that we find him. He's got the Kryptonite. No. That again. Apparently he worked out some experiment in this laboratory with it. Something he told Kraus will enable Germany to control me, to control Superman and rule the world. Something to do with an Atom Man. Have you gone nuts, Kent? No. First you get all steamed up about that piece of meteor endangering Superman. Well, it does. And now you take a dying man's babbling seriously. Look, look, I used to to think you were a good reporter, but can't I, Inspector? Well, what is it, Doc? There's nothing more I can do here. The wagon's on the way, so I'll be running along. Okay, Doc, and thanks a lot. So long. Goodbye, Kent. Goodbye, Doctor. Oh, you've got to listen to me, Inspector. Look, I haven't got time to listen to fairy tales. Wait a minute. Uh. Oh, here comes a frock coat and silk hat. He must be from the Belgravian Embassy. Inspector Henderson? Yes, yes, I'm Henderson. I am Count Brillovich. I received a telephone call. Yes, I know. I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you, Count. The police officer said it had something to do with Dr. Orlovsky, our finance minister. But that I cannot understand because. Just step over here, will you, please? Oh, by the way, this is Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet? Count Billovich, the Belgravian ambassador. Kent. All right, here we are. Prepare yourself for a shock, Count. He's under this canvas. Who is? I want you to identify him. Hello. Good heavens. Dr. Orlovsky. You were right, Kent. But this. This cannot be. Inspector. It cannot be Dr. Orlovsky. What do you mean? You just said it was. Yes, yes, it is. But. But how can he be here in Metropolis? Come again, please. What do you mean, Kondrilovich? Why? Why? Three days ago, Dr. Orlovsky left Petropolis by clipper plane to return to Belgravia. He what? What, sir? Yes, yes, his mission here was completed. He returned to our country to report to Parliament. I myself said farewell to him and saw him to depart for the airport. Looks like he didn't get to the airport. He was waylaid by Teufel for some reason and brought here. Now, why would he. I think I know. Inspector Orlowski. I cannot understand. How did he get here? Who did this to him? Just a minute, Count. What did you start to say, Kent? I said I think I know what happened. Dr. Orlovsky is about the same size as Teufel. What's that got to do with it? I think Teufel, who is probably working with Kraus here, found out about Dr. Orlovsky leaving the country. They trapped him here, killed him. Then Teufel dressed in his clothes. Hey, Orlofsky's clothes are missing. Go ahead, gent. Teufel made himself up to look enough like Orlowski to pass muster with the customs inspectors, took Orlovsky's passport and the kryptonite and got on the clipper plane as Dr. Orlovsky. Why, George? That might be it, Ken. I'm sure it is. But who is Teufel? Why did he do this to poor Lovsky? Teufel is a Nazi scientist. One of the cleverest Hitler had. A year ago he almost succeeded in solving the secret of harnessing atomic energy. Now, with a Kryptonite, he. Great Scott. Krauss talked of an atom man. Oh, no, no, it can't be. It. It's too fantastic. I do not understand. We've got to stop Teufel. Come on, Inspector. Well, if you're right, Cannon Teufel is traveling disguised as Dr. Orlofsky. Sure he is. All right, then we'll get him. We'll contact the clipper Forts on the European police. There's my car. Come on, Converlovich, we'll drop you at the embassy. Thank you, Inspector Cassidy. Don't let anybody in Here, hurrying from the shabby basement laboratory, Clark Kent and Inspector Henderson leap into Henderson's car to take up the trail of Der Teufeld. We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. But first, Dan McCullough is waiting to talk to us. You know, gang, there's sure a mad rush for the Kellogg's pet package these days. Because that's the only place you can get those brand new comic buttons. All the gang's collecting. And are these new buttons swell? Full color, true to life pictures of your old favorite comic strip characters looking so real you'd think they were going to speak. There's Orphan Annie and Harold Teen and Winnie Winkle. Superman, of course. 18 different buttons in all. You'll have a mighty smart collection when you have these new buttons pinned on your jacket or cap. You'll have a lot of fun collecting these comic buttons, too. Swapping duplicates with your pals. And why, it even seems to make it more fun to follow the funny papers when you've got buttons with the real characters on them. And the best part is, you don't have to spend any of your allowance for these new comic buttons. You don't even send in a box. Stop. Can't buy them anywhere. They come only as prizes in packages of that super delicious whole wheat Flake cereal, Kellogg's Pep. So ask mom to get you a supply of Pep tomorrow. Inside, you'll find your exciting prize. One of these brand new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. There's a prize in every package of P E P Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. And now back to the Adventures of Superman. Inspector Henderson, via short wave, is attempting to intercept de Touyphel, whom he and Kent believe escaped from Metropolis by clipper plane. Disguised as Dr. Alexander Orlovsky, the finance minister of Belgravia. Now at a powerful short wave receiver in the radio room at headquarters. Henderson and Kent stand by anxiously as the international police channel becomes alive with confirming messages. R5C 506 6. Lisbon, Portugal. To WMPD, Metropolis Police. It's Lisbon. Quiet, will you? Orlovsky arrived Tuesday 12th. Proceeded via Iberian transport plane to Madrid. I will Repeat. Orlovski arrived Tuesday 12th. Proceeded via Iberian transport plane to Madrid. Be the Metropolis police, per your request. Olovski arrived Le Bourget Field, Wednesday, 11:30pm 13th. Departed Thursday, 2:40am Via French Empire Airways, destination Berlin. Repeating message per your request. Orlovsky arrived Le bourget Field, Wednesday, 11:30pm the 15th. Departed Thursday United States Army Occupational Police Division 22, WMPD, Metropolis Police Department. Alexander Orlovsky arrived Berlin via French Empire airways Thursday the 14th. 11:50am Arranged reservation on Baltic transport line for Belgravia. Leaving Berlin, 2.40pm but did not appear again at airport. Full investigation underway. So far, no report. We'll keep you advised. United States Occupational Police signing off with wmpd, Metropolis Police Department, Lisbon, Madrid, Paris, Berlin. And then no report. Alexander Olofsky, believed to be Der Teufel, seems to have vanished into thin air. And this man, the devil, has in his possession the one thing in all the universe capable of rendering Superman harmless to the forces of evil. What does Teufel intend doing with it? Yes, and what is the Atom man of which he speaks from now on? The excitement is breathtaking. As the dangerous trail leads across four countries and thousands of miles. Superman is battling for his very life. So join with him as he fights to the death. Don't miss a word of Monday's tense and startling episode. Tune in and follow the adventures of Superman. 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. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Kellogg's Pep, the Super Delicious cereal presents the adventures of Superman. 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. And now, the Adventures of Superman. A piece of green, glowing kryptonite, a fragment of the planet on which he was born robs Superman of all his strength when it is brought near him. Part of this fragment is now in the possession of Der Teufel a brilliant but unscrupulous Nazi scientist who claims that with it, he can create an atomic monster able to control not only Superman, but the entire world. Disguised as a foreign diplomat, Teufel flew to Berlin, where he disappeared. And as Superman and the police of two continents hunted for him, he came by night to a tiny inn at the edge of the Black Forest. Wearing ragged clothes and a black wig, a patch over one eye and a battered knapsack on his back, he sits in a corner of the small, uncarpeted dining Room, his face half hidden behind a newspaper. As the only other diner leaves, Teufel calls to the fat, white, aproned owner of the inn. Listen, you. Come here. Ja? What is? You do not know me? I do not know such as you. I wish to close up now for the meal. You owe me 5 marks. Look closely at me, Godfrey. How do you know my name? Who are you? You do not recognize my voice? Well, I've been away a long time. Wait. I will remove the wig. So. And the patch. Come on. So, now you regard me. The Teufel not so bad. Who else is here? At the moment, only myself and my wife. Goethe. What the Allied soldiers are all about. In the forest and on the road I saw them. Tell me, Professor Milch is in the hiding place. Milch? Yeah, Milch, the chemist. My colleague. The Allied soldiers have not captured him. I'm not yet scored. I must see him at once for this. Come. Take me to the passageway. It's in the cellar, is it not? Well, why do you stand there? Take me to the passageway, I said. Nein, Teufel. You cannot go to the hiding place in the forest. You are a great danger to us. A danger? Aye, a danger, you blockhead. I come on a great mission to restore the fatherland. Tremendous difficulties I had in escaping from the United States and then from the Americans in barely. Oh, that we know. And we know too, that the American police traced you to Berlin. And now their police in Germany may find you. Already just before evening, they were here at my inn to inquire if any had seen you. So far they do not suspect that I work in the underground Nazi movement. Born not great. Listen to me. Someone is coming. Send him away. Whoever. Please, I cannot. It may be the American police. Quick, quick. Put that on your head. And the patch on your eye. It is the American sergeant who guards this war. Himl now the arn trouble. Why did you not leave? I beg you. Quiet, fool. Do as I say. I am your cousin from Nuremberg, Friedrich Merkel. You understand? It will not work. Silence. Control yourself. All is lost. Ah, there you are. Godfrey. Why didn't you answer? Who is this man? Ah, Guten Aben, Sergeant. I. I did not hear you come in. I was so busy talking, recalling old times with my cousin. Her cousin, huh? I haven't seen him around before. No, no. You see, he has. Corny Just arrived here, Sergeant, to visit with my cousin Godfrey. What's your name? Friedrich Melcher, mein Herr. Where are you from? From Nberg. Let me see your papers. What, Sergeant? Certainly, mein. Here Here they are. They seem to be in order. Oh, thank you, my Herr. The American sergeant thought perhaps I was a Nazi. Godfrey. Oh, no, I am. You Germans are all alike. Now you've lost the war, all of you say you hated Hitler and none of you were Nazis. Well, I was just checking up. Good night. A glass of beer before you go out, eh, Sergeant? Or wine, perhaps? No, thanks. Good night, mein Herr. Good night, Herr Sergeant. Au vi de seine Good. He's gone. Big gut fried. Lock the door and turn off the lights. Hurry. I help you. Oh, Himmel. Never was I so scared. Where did you get the papers? What does that matter? Hurry now. Lock the door. I will lock it after you leave. Listen to me, Godfrey. I tell you, I must see Professor Milch. With his aid, I cannot only control the American Superman who blocked our plans before. What is that you say you can control, Superman? Ah, now you become interested. But then listen. With what is in the knapsack on my back, we will be able to control the world, let alone Superman. What is in your Leipzig? I will show you. But first lock the door. I will lower the shade on the window. All right. Now the American soldiers will think I have gone to bed. Show me what is in an absent. Yeah, one moment. Ah, here it is. A box. Is that all? Is that all? He said this box got place is the power to completely destroy our enemies. Look. What strange thing is that? Like a large piece of stone, only it gives off a green light. And what is that weird sound it makes? That which you see got freight is kryptonite. Kryptonite? What is that? It is a fragment of the former planet Krypton on which Superman was born. Then each comes within 10ft of this substance. He becomes weak and even loses consciousness. What nonsense is this? This is the truth. I have seen for myself and nor I have seen. No. Do not touch it. It will burn your hands. It will burn. Yeah. It is highly radioactive. I have discovered by experiments that it is more complex in atomic structure and so more radioactive than any other element known on in the world. More so even than thorium, radium, actinium. More even than uranium. Uranium? That is what the Americans use to make their terrible atomic bombs. Yeah, but beside this kryptonite, uranium is as nothing. The kryptonite has no impurities. And its radioactive discharge, as I have myself measured with an electroscope, is a hundred times greater in intensity than uranium. Do you realize what that means? You become too scientific for me, Teufel. Just tell me how you plan to use this material. To control Superman and destroy our enemies. Ah. Now you come to the heart of the map of Godfrey with Professor Milch, whose great genius I require to dissolve this substance. I will create an Atom Man. An Atom Man? Yeah, an Atom Man. A creature more deadly than a dozen atomic bombs. A monster from whose finger will come to power the atomic energy, which will make the great Superman his servant, his slave, and which will destroy our enemies. This. This Atom Man. How do. What is that? Sirens. The Americans. Police. They approach from the town. They. They must have placed you here. They must not find me. Quickly, take me to the secret passageway. If what you just told me is it's Milk's help, I can do what I say in a few days. Perhaps even less greatly. Now, take me to the passageway. Come this way. To the cellar. Hurry. The police will be here in a moment. There's a funnel under the floor. I will show you. It will take you onto the edge of the forest where the Americans stand guard. To the hidden chambers. Hurriedly, the Nazi innkeeper leads de Teufel down to the cellar to the secret passageway into the Black Forest. We'll return in a moment for the tense climax of today's episode. But first, let's stand by for a word from our announcer. Big gang, you kind of like Superman, don't you? Why, sure. Most of you follow his adventures in the funny papers and listen to him on the radio every day. Well, Superman is just one of the characters on those 18 different comic buttons that now come in packages of Kellogg's Pep. Yes, in every package, there's a swell prize. Maybe a button with Superman on it or Winnie Winkle or her brother Perry. The pictures are in full comic strip colors on sturdy metal with a handy pin on the back so that you can wear your whole collection of buttons on your jacket or dress or cap. You'll want to collect all 18 of these brand new comic buttons. So it's a good idea to hold tight to any duplicate, then trade with your pals for some button you don't have yet and help round out your collection. And here's how easy it is to get these exciting new comic buttons. You don't send in a single penny, not even a box top. You just ask mom to get you several packages of that super delicious whole wheat Flake cereal, Kellogg's pet. Then look inside the package and see which prize you find. One of these colorful new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. Remember now, you can't buy these buttons anywhere. They come only as prices. And in packages of Kellogg's Pep. Ask mom for P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. Aster Teufel hurried to the secret passageway in the inn near the Black Forest. Superman has streaked to Berlin from Metropolis. And now, in his guise of Clark Kent, we find him in the office of Colonel Greely chief of Intelligence at American Occupation Force Headquarters. I tell you, we've searched everywhere, Kent, everywhere. But we can't find a trace of Teufeld. But he must be found. Colonel Graham. I'm well aware of that. He murdered Dr. Orlowski, the Belgravian finance minister. That makes an embarrassing situation for our State Department. It's even more important than that. Teufel has the kryptonite and I, Superman, is helpless against it. Well, I'm not worried about anything like that. I want Teufel for murder. Where was he last seen? At the Berlin airport. The night before last. He landed from a French plane disguised as Dr. Orlowski made a reservation on a plane leaving for Belgravia at midnight. And then, well, he just disappeared. But somebody must have seen him. Apparently, nobody saw him after he left the reservation office. He's nobody's fool, you know. We've got to find him. We've got to. Excuse me, that's my phone. Colonel Greatly speaking. Who? Oh, yes, Captain Myskin. What? You have? Where? Who? I see. Yes, yes, of course. I'll be right over. Of course, at once. Thanks. Load. Come on, Kent. That was Captain maisky of the Russian Occupational Police. He just got a hot clue to toilet. He did? What is it? He didn't say. He just told me to rush right over. I presume you want to come along. Do I? Try and stop me. We can go through the record offices to the back of the building. My car is waiting. We can be at Russian headquarters in five minutes. Come on, Kent, on the double. Eagerly, Clark Kent and Colonel Greely rushed from the American Occupation building. What have the Russians discovered about Der Teuf? Will it enable Superman to intercept the brilliant but unscrupulous Nazi scientist before he can create his dread Atom man and turn him loose against the man of steel and civilization? And what is the Atom Man? Every tense moment counts now, fellows and girls, so don't fail to listen. Tomorrow, same time, same station. To the Adventures of Superman. 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. Fellas and girls, Be sure to follow the adventures of Superman, brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Kellogg's Pep, the Super Delicious cereal presents the adventures of Superman. 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. And now, the Adventures of Superman. Having stolen part of the kryptonite fragment which robbed Superman of his strength, Der Teufel, a brilliant but unscrupulous Nazi scientist, escaped to Germany. At an inn, he told a Nazi underground henchman that he must see a chemist named Milch who was hiding in the Black Forest. With the kryptonite, Teufel said he and Milch could create an atomic monster which would control and possibly even destroy Superman. Meanwhile, having traced Teufel to Berlin, Superman, in his guise of Clark Kent and Colonel Greely, an American intelligence officer, were informed that the Russian occupation police had made an important discovery. As we continue now, Kent and Colonel Greely are in the office of Captain Nikolai maisky of the Russian police in Berlin. A German prisoner has just been brought in. Squat, slack jawed man who seems ill at ease in his handsome frock coat and silk hat. Listen. This is the man, gentlemen. He was picked up in the Russian zone of Berlin an hour ago. He had just sold a magnificent mink lined overcoat to a pawnbroker. I do nothing wrong. It is my own overcoat. I silence you. But, Captain, this man is not the Teufel. I did not say he was, Colonel Greeley. He had, however, contact with our Teufel. Where? When? A night before the last comrade Kent. In a street close to the airport. These are Teufel's clothes he wears now. Or rather the clothes of the late Dr. Orlovsky of Belgravia, as whom Teufel masqueraded they are. Are you sure? I am positive, Colonel. In a pocket of the overcoat was a label bearing the name of Dr. Orlovsky and the name of a tailor in Belgravia. He gave them to me. I do not know his name. He approached me near the airport, a man much of my own size and swearing. Very thick eyeglasses. He carried a fine leather dispatch case. That description fits Teufel. Kemp. Yes, yes, go on. He asked if I would exchange clothes with him. At first I thought he Made a joke. But he gave me no time to consider. Almost before I knew what occurred, I wore his clothes and he was gone with mine. Gone where? Where did he go? I know not, mein Herren. It was dark at night. I saw him go towards the Kaiser Stratzen, saying I saw him no more, nor has anyone else. I think you attacked him, robbed him and did away with his body. Nine. Nine. I swear. Then where are your papers? Your identification? I have told you, they were in the pocket of my jacket. But so quick was all this. I did not remember them until the man was gone. Uh oh, now we're getting someplace. What's your name? Friedrich Melcher. Meinhei. I am from Nuremberg. Friedrich Melcher from Nuremberg, eh? Colonel Greeley, Teufel is about this fellow's size and he has his clothes and papers. That means Teufel is now disguised as Milker. Right, Kit, we'll get after him at once. May I use your phone, Captain? My ski. Of course, Colonel. But it is my opinion that this man lies, as do most Germans. I think either he killed Teufel or else he's in league with him. Well, if he'd killed him, he'd still have his papers. And if he was in league with him, he wouldn't be so stupid as to walk around in Teufel's discarded clothes. No, I think he's telling the truth. Teufel evidently knew we were aware he was disguised as Dr. Orlovsky and he needed a new disguise in a hurry to get wherever he's going with the kryptonite. We've got a chance to intercept him now, but we've got to work fast. Right. I'll call American headquarters and send out in the law. Good. You may be right, Comrade Ken. I'm sure I am. Oh, I will of course do all I can to help too. I too will transmit a radio lamp to my men. Soviet gpu, Berlin. Calling all military and police forces. Attention. Search for middle aged men about 5ft 7, weight 190 pounds, ragged, loading, carrying identification papers of Frederick Berger of Nuremberg. This man is the turbo. Attention. Early in office. Calling all military and occupation police. It is believed that man wanted as the Teufel to is now disguised in ragged clothing and carries papers identifying him as Friedrich Felter of Nuremberg. As urgent radio calls crackle over the German airwaves to speed a new search for de Teufel, the elusive Nazi scientist has made his way through an underground tunnel from a small inn to a deep rock cave in the Black Forest. The main Entrance of the cave is cleverly concealed by fallen trees and heavy underbrush. Within it is large and mustard, fitfully illuminated by two coal oil lamps and fitted with rough bunks on which lounge a dozen assorted Nazis, men young and old, all former leaders in the Nazi regime of savage persecution and conquest, now hiding from and plotting against their conquerors. Some are men of science. Two are field marshals. Three are members of the ruthless Gestapo. In the half gloom, their eyes gleam like fierce hunted animals as they regard the strangely humming, green glowing kryptonite which de Teufel has set in its opened box before Professor Ernst Milch, the stooped, shaggy haired chemist who did more than any one man to keep Hitler's oil starved panzer divisions operating on ersatz fuels. There it is, Milch. Almost insurmountable difficulties I had in obtaining it and bringing it here. This is the kryptonite, Teufeld? Yeah. It is a part of the fragment from the shattered planet Krypton on which Superman was born. Yeah. In the presence of this material, Superman becomes helpless as a baby. Superman hears this. What nonsense is. This is the truth, General Bomborg. I myself have seen Superman lose consciousness when he approached this metal. You may be given an opportunity to see for yourself. There is no element like this in all the world, Milch. The gamma rays it admits, as indicated by the cold green light and hum, are too strong even for him. It is a hundred times more complex and radioactive than thorium or radium or even uranium. You tested it with the electroscope? Yeah, and I used shields before the gamma rays penetrated the shields with such an intensity as to be unbelievable. And ionized the air and gases as uranium could never do. And it has no impurities. Think what that means. Millet it, any quantity of it will serve our purpose. Whereas the Americans must have a great deal of uranium to purify. Only enough for a single atomic bomb. What does this madman speak of bombs? Tell him, Milch, how our great factories are destroyed. Tell him how we, the last few loyal followers of the Fuhrer, live here in a cave under the ground, hunted like rats and forced to subsist under feuding rabbits and birds we can snare in the past. You think I'm a fool? Have I not ice in my head? However, with the kryptonite, we need neither factories nor bombs. What? What do you mean, toy priest? I will explain. But first I will close the box. But now come tell us what it is. You mean. I mean this, Milch. If you can dissolve the kryptonite, I will create an Atom Man. A what? An atom Man. A creature in whose veins will flow a solution of pure kryptonite who will, by use of a converter, be able to shoot Kryptonite atoms from his fingertips in an unbroken chain that will create such destruction as the world has never dreamed. I was never so sane in my life, General Bramble. If Professor Milch can dissolve the kryptonite, we will be able to control Superman and then force the rest of the world to its knees. But Teufel, you speak of an atom Man. I presume you mean an artificial man, A robot? I mean a human being. What? Yeah, a human being. One of us here in this cave will be the world's first Atom Men. Startled, Professor Milk and his Nazi cohorts stare open mouthed at Der Teufel. A human atom man. Can Teufel be serious? We'll return in a moment for the climax of today's episode. But right now, let's hear from Dan McCullough. You know, Eddie's mother asked me the other day what on earth has gotten into him lately? Says she hears him carrying on the strangest conversations with his pals. Like trade you Superman for Harold Teen or have you got Smokey Stover yet? Well, of course. I told her he's busy with his collection of the new comic buttons that now come in packages of Kellogg's Pep. Told her there are 18 different buttons, each one with a true to life picture of a familiar comic strip character. Like Smiling Jack and Moon Mullins. And Kayol. Told her these buttons are bright colored and sparkling on sturdy metal. Told her all the gang likes to collect them, trade them, wear them on their jackets or dresses or caps. And you know what Eddie's mother said? That's fine. She said, I'm gonna get Eddie another package of Kellogg's Pep right away. Inside every package, there's a thrilling prize. One of these dazzling new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. It's a prize for you from Pep. Pep, made by Kelloggs of Battle Creek. And now back to the adventures of Superman. In a hidden cave in the Black Forest of Germany, where Professor Milch, the famous chemist, and several other prominent Nazis are hiding. Der Teufel has just startled them by stating that one of them would become the world's first Atom. Manteuffel. Mad. Out of such madness, General, will come victory. But how can this be Teufeld, with the kryptonite in his veins, a man he could not live. In my solution, he would live. Milch but if the atoms were split, he'd blow up. You fool. Whom do you call a fool, General? I did not lose the war. You did well, Milch. Speak. We have everything to gain and nothing to lose. How long before you can dissolve this kryptonite? I do not know. I have a small laboratory set up in another room as a cave. But it is not very complete. You performed great things during the war when you did not have everything you needed. Will you try now for your own life and the life of the fatherland? I tell you, he is mad, Milch. Nein. General de Teufel is not mad. He is a genius. And if he says he can create an upper man, then I believe him. And somehow, whatever the cost, I will dissolve the kryptonite. Well spoken, Milch. A toast to our success, gentlemen. Is there wine? Oh, yeah. Ah, good. Heil Hitler. Hail Hitler. Heil Hitler. Heil Hitler. His moonlike face beaming, De Teufel leads the toast to the success of the dread Atom Man. Will this small, desperate band of fanatical Nazis succeed in their grotesque plot? Or will Superman, menaced as he never was before, stop Teufel before it is too late. Don't miss tomorrow's exciting episode. Fellows and girls, tune in same time, same station for the Adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bounds. Look, up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Kellogg's Pep, the Super Delicious Cereal presents the adventures of Superman. 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. And now the adventures of Superman. Escaping to Germany with a piece of the kryptonite fragment which robs Superman of his strength. Der Teufel, a brilliant Nazi scientist, made his way to a secret cave in the Black Forest where several leading Nazis were hiding. Teufel told Professor Milk, a chemist, that if the kryptonite could be dissolved the resultant solution injected into the veins of one of their followers would create an atom man, a human monster generating sufficient atomic energy to first control Superman and eventually bring the terrified world to its knees. 48 hours have now passed and neither Superman nor the Allied police have been able to locate Derteufel. Once more in his guise of Clark Kent. The man of Steel nervously paces the floor in the office of Colonel Greely Chief of American Intelligence in Berlin. The for heaven's sake, sit down, Kent. You're getting on my nerves. I'm sorry, colonel. I guess my own nerves are getting a bit ragged. It's just that Teufel has that kryptonite and he's a brilliant scientist and well, he's performed some experiments. Something to do with an atom man which he says will rule the world. Can't you believe that? Well. Say, your nerves are in bad shape. It's just that I know Teufel, you don't. And I know the power of that kryptonite. I tell you, Teufel must be found and found quickly. He must. But I need help. Even I can't examine every nook and cranny of Germany and all of the hundred million people in it. Fearful as he has never been before, Clark Kent, who is Superman, waits for some word of Der Teufel. Meanwhile, at a little village near the Black Forest a young military police sergeant named Bill Nelson has just alighted from a train after a 48 hour leave in a jeep with Corporal Harry Marks. He is returning over the dark road to his base. Say, what's that new gadget in the dash, Harry? Looks like a radio. It is. We're in style now, Bill. Regular big time cops. They put a two way set in here day before yesterday. The day you went on leave. Pretty snazzy. Turn it on. See if you can get pink crusty. Are you kidding? Let's see what headquarters has to say. Number three, South Central Occupation zone. All military commanders and occupation police stand by for important announcements. What's this? It is believed that a dangerous German scientist named Der Teufel is now disguised in ragged clothing. Oh, that again. Carrying papers identifying him as Friedrich Melker of Nuremberg. This man must be apprehended. Friedrich. About 5ft 7, weight 190 pounds, wears thick eyeglasses. He is believed to have in his possession a small piece of green glowing radioactive metal. Take no chances with this man. He is dangerous. That is all. We've been getting that announcement every couple hours since you left. They must want that toyful guy bad. Wonder what that piece of metal is he's carrying around. Friedrich Melker. You know, I've heard that name before. You have? Where? I can't remember. Gosh, I Know I heard it someplace. Say, seems to me there's somebody in the movies or on the radio named Melker. Oh, I got it. An opera singer. Melchior. That's why it sounds familiar. Oh, yeah. Maybe that's it. Sure. I'll spruce up. Bill. There are the lights of the inn. We'll be at the base soon. You want to look sharp when you meet up with with the CO Again. We got a lecture this morning about getting sloppy on occupation duty. Oh, I saved on the trip. Harry. Stop at the end. What for? What's at the end? I just remembered. That's where I saw Frederick Melker. What? Now wait a minute. I saw him, I tell you. Two nights ago, just before I went on leave. One pull up in front. You saw him? Where? In the dining room. He was with Godfrey, the innkeeper. Gottfried said he was his cousin. Godfrey did? Listen, are you sure? Sure as I'm sitting here. I was making my last check before going back to the base and this short, powerful German was with Gottfried. He was wearing ragged clothes and a patch over one eye. I asked him who he was. He said he was Frederick Melker from Nuremberg. I asked him for his papers. Did he have them? They were in order, all right. So I left. Holy smokes, Harry. That guy was toyful. Then what are we waiting for? Come on. Hasn't closed up yet. Oh, you better check your gun. Yeah, it's okay. Let's go. I didn't see anybody around when I was here yesterday or today. He could be hiding in one of the rooms during the summer. If he isn't gut feet, he'll know where he is. I never did like that rosy cheeked Kraut. Always fawning. Well, here we are. You're in charge, Sergeant. Proceed. The place looks empty. Here comes mine host. Ah, put an arbit. Mine of heaven. To what do I owe? We came to see your cousin. My cousin? Yes, yes, you remember. He was here two nights ago. His name's Frederick Melker. Nobody in the dining room, Bill. Oh. Oh, my cousin Frederick. Yeah, yeah, of course. I'd forgotten he was here. He stayed so short a time. You mean he's not here now? Oh, nein, nein. He left soon after Judith, Sergeant. But why do you wish to see void? Are you kidding? You know doggone well. At Melbourne. Just a minute, Harry. Where did he go? Godfrey? He said he was returning to Nuremberg. That is his home. I see. Mind if we look around a bit? Look around? Of course not. But we'll take a look at the kitchen first. Come on. No, no. You lead the way, Godfrey. Yeah, yeah, of course, of course. But I do not understand. I tell you, Freudio does not. What he do behind the bar. Dirty farm. Come back here, Gottfried, or I'll drag you out of the. Harry. Harry. Gottfried. I like. Look out, Bill. Yeah, I see him. He ducked too quick, Harry. All right, Just my leg. Oh, never mind me, Bill. Watch when he shows himself again. You better come out from behind that bar, Godfrey. I will come on when you are both dead. Listen, you fool, you can't get away. You better come out while you're still alive. Oh, yeah, I saw you. He shot the light out. Watch it, Bill. Stay down, Harry. We can't see the bar. He can't see us either. Yes, he can. There's a little moonlight coming in from the window behind us. Ah, you seek that toy Bill there. Yes, and we'll get him. And you too, Gottfried. Nein, it is I I who will get you, you American shrine. Sit tight. Hurry. I'm going after him. Oh, Bill. You can't see him, Doherty. Just hug the floor, fella. What? Bill. Quiet. No, Pete. American. I'm shot. Bill. Bill. I'm okay, Harry. I think he's done for, though. How about you? You sound hurt. He nicked me in the side. You stay here. Where are you going? I'm going to the car radio. Gotta call the base. Bill. It's okay. I can make it. I hope. I gotta get to the car. Call a base. Get. Gentlemen, hurry. Hurt. I don't know if I can make it, fella. Sprating his teeth. And with one hand close to his wounded side to ease the pain, Sergeant Bill Nelson crawls, falls and crawls again, slowly and torturously toward the jeep. Will he make it? De Teufel is at this moment in the secret cave in the Black Forest, less than a mile away. Superman, if he were here, could see him. We'll return in a moment for the climax of today's episode. 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Because that's the only way you can get these new comic buttons. You don't send in any money, not even a box. Stop. Can't buy them, in fact. But inside every package of pep there's a swell prize. One of these brand new colorful comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. That's p. E p. Pep. Made by kellogg's of battle creek. And now back to the adventures of superman. As sergeant Bill nelson, badly wounded, is trying to reach his car to inform headquarters that der Teufel had been in the inn near the black forest. Teufel himself, with a nazi chemist, Professor Ernst milk, stands at a rough table in the secret cave a mile from the inn. In a test tube suspended above an improvised oil burner, A small piece of green glowing metal in a purplish liquid suddenly crumbles. There is a white hot flash. Then the liquid in the tube turns green and boils violently, emitting a scorching green steam. Ah, Himmer, you've done it. Milch jar Teufel. The kryptonite has at last dissolved. Wunderbar. My converter is already prepared. It remains only to select the one among us who shall become the savior of the fatherland. I have been considering that when I worked, he should be young or at a man and strong. Yah. And imbued with a hatred for our enemies. And I have decided that my son is the perfect choice. Your son? Ah, I have observed him. He is young and strong. And he did well in the war, did he not? He received the iron cross from the hands of the fuhrer himself. I have spoken to him of this experiment. He begs for the honor. Good. Prepare him. Then in a few minutes, when the kryptonite solution has cooled, we will inject it into his veins. And in one hour, the first atom man will walk the earth to bend first superman to his will and bend the rest of the world. One hour. In one hour, der Teufel states, an atomic monster will leave the dark cave in the black forest. First to subdue superman, and then all civilization. Is there a chance yet for superman to stop him? Only one hour remains. 60 minutes. What will happen? We'll find out tomorrow. So don't fail to be with us then, fellows and girls, tune in same time, same station, and thrill to the Adventures of Superman. 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. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Kellogg's Pep, the super delicious cereal presents the adventures of Superman. 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. And now, the Adventures of Superman. In a secret cave in the Black Forest of Germany, a Nazi chemist succeeded in dissolving a piece of pure, highly radioactive kryptonite which had been stolen by Der Teufel, a brilliant but unscrupulous scientist. Teufel prepared to inject the solution into the veins of a young Nazi who in a short time, he said, would become an atomic monster. Able to generate such intense power and energy within his body that the entire world, including Superman, would become his slaves. Meanwhile, an American military police sergeant named Bill Nelson had traced Teufel to an inn from which an underground tunnel led to the cave in the forest. In a gunfight with the innkeeper, Nelson and a companion were wounded. And as we continue now at the American occupation base in a nearby village a radio operator hurriedly summons Major Carroll, the commanding officer. Listen, Major Carroll, will you come here? Sir? Yes, Norfolk, what is it? We've been getting a signal from Sergeant Nelson, sir. I think he's in trouble. What kind of trouble? I don't know. I can't quite make him out. Something about. Listen. Nelson calling base. Nelson. There he is again, sir. Yes, answer him. Well, I. I have, but he doesn't seem to hear him. Try again. South central, zone three. From Sergeant Nelson. We hear you. What's the trouble? Come in. What's the matter with him? He doesn't answer? No, he doesn't need help. Wounded? Says he needs help. He's wounded. Ask him where he is. Yes, sir. Where are you, Bill? Where are you? I. I. Trace. What was that? Something about trace. He said that before. Great Caesar. He's trying to tell us he's Traced to Teufel. Tell him we heard him and ask him where he is. Yes, sir. We heard you, Bill. You traced Teufel and you're wounded. Tell us where you are. In where? Gott. Gottfried. He said that. Gottfried. He must mean Gottfried's Inn. I'll go there at once. Now, stand by, corporal. I may have an important message for you to flash to Berlin. Lieutenant Harris. Lieutenant Harris. As Major Carroll and a detachment of soldiers start for Gottfried's Inn. Superman, unaware of this latest development, has made an important decision. After one more fruitless effort to find Der Teufeld the Man of Steel, in his guise of reporter Clark Kent has just entered the office of Colonel Greeley, chief of American intelligence. I've come to say goodbye, colonel. Goodbye? Where are you going, Kent? Back to America. But you're here on the Teufel store. You're not going home before we find him. I must. If he hasn't been found by now, he won't be. Nonsense, Kent. It may take time, but we'll get him eventually. Eventually. It's too late, colonel. One week more, even one day more may be too late. Too late for what? To save Superman. And perhaps far more than Superman. Shave Superman. Oh, you're harping on that kryptonite nonsense again. Believe me, colonel, it isn't nonsense. Kryptonite is Superman's one mortal enemy. Oh, come now. Believe me, it is. And now Der Teufel has it. He's one of the most brilliant scientists Germany ever developed. And he knows the power of that kryptonite. He's trying to develop some sort of an atom man with it to rule the world. An atom man, huh? Look, Kent, you're too smart a reporter to believe anything as fantastic as that. Well, he said the atomic bomb was fantastic too, colonel. Before the first one fell on Hiroshima. Yes, but an atom man? That's too incredible. I hope so, but I'm not at all sure. That's why I can't waste another minute. I've got to get back to Metropolis, where Dr. M. Where a friend of mine is trying to perfect a defense against the kryptonite. A defense for Superman? That's right. So I'll be saying goodbye, colonel, and thanks for everything. Well, there's nothing to thank me for, Kent. I've enjoyed having you around. But have a nice trip home and say hello to the Statue of Liberty for me. I will. So long, colonel. Goodbye. Let's see, plenty of deserted offices at this late hour. Yeah, this will do. Close the door and out of These clothes. Colonel Greeley thinks there's nothing for Superman to worry about. Eh, I know there is. Dr. Millicent must find some defense against the kryptonite. That's my only chance to survive. There we are, all set up to this window and back to Metropolis. Up, up and away. Leaping high into the starry night sky, Superman streaks away to the west, across the continent of Europe and out over the broad Atlantic toward Metropolis. Meanwhile, in a musty, dimly lit cave deep in the black forest of Germany, the dread menace which Superman fears is being prepared against him. On a rough bunk lies a tall, slim, blond haired young German. His eyes are closed and he breathes heavily, laboriously, his chest straining to its utmost as the breath rasps from his lips. A long rubber tube extends from a taped clasp on his forearm to a glass vial suspended above the bunk, in which the last drops of a thick, brilliantly green liquid are disappearing into the tube. Leaning over one side of the bunk, his eyes popping behind thick lensed spectacles, is der Teufel. His fingers on the sleeping German's pulse. On the other side, his face white and tense, stands the shaggy haired chemist, Professor Milch. How is his pulse, Toife? It is very rapid. But in a few moments, when the kryptonite solution is taken into his blood, it will recede to normal. You say it will, but how do you know? Such an experiment as this has never been attempted before. I am confident we will succeed. You are confident? It is not your son who lies there. It is mine. You offered him for this great service to the land and he pleaded for the honor. Do you now regret it? Nine? Nine of course not. It is just that now I'm afraid for him. You should not be afraid. Rather be proud. For I give your son the opportunity of visiting such terror and destruction upon his hated enemies as his almost beyond imagination. But first, the great Superman will bow to him and do his will. Yeah. Yeah, that is good. Teufel Goeth. But why does he not regain consciousness? Dissolution is all gone now from the virus. In a moment, the kryptonite is a great shock to his system. Remove the transfusion too. I will attach the converter so that when he awakes, he will be ready. Yeah. That small square box you attached to his throat, that is to converter? Yeah, it fits above the jugular vein, this little switch here. When it is thrown, an impulse flashes to the kryptonite in his blood, rearranging the outer structures of the atoms. They rush toward his hands, on which he will wear the Meshed platinum and thorium gloves I showed you. At that point, the nucleus of the atom is broken. And there will emerge from his finger such a stream of energy that anything in its path, be it men or great buildings or even mountains, they'll disappear as if they had never been there. You are the theory. I understand, Teufel. You need not lecture me as if I was a schoolboy. But so far it's only a theory. My son's life is at stake. But I wish to know, will the theory become a fact? Wait. It begins. You mean, see his labored breathing subsides. And feel for yourself how his pulse beat. Los ya. It appears normal now. And see his eyelids flutter. Ja. In the moment, Milch. In the moment, our atom man will be born rigid with excitement. Derteufel and Professor Milch bend over the tall blond German youth on the bunk as the other Nazis in the cave crowd close behind them. We'll return in a moment for the dramatic climax of today's episode. But first, here's a mighty swell suggestion. Say, gang, you'll want to spread the news around to all your friends that you're collecting those slick new comic buttons that now come in packages of Kellogg's Pet. Because that's the only way they'll know you can trade duplicates with them. And you wouldn't want to miss out on that fun. You want to be sure you round out your collection of all 18 different buttons. Yep, that's 18 different comic strip characters. Like Smitty and Ko and Herbie and Superman, of course. And the best part is, you don't have to send in a single penny for these sharp new comic buttons. Not even a box top. Fact is, you can't buy them anywhere. But you can ask mom to get you a package of that super delicious whole wheat Flake cereal, Kellogg's Pet. Inside each package, there's a thrilling prize. One of these bright new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. Remember, that's P E P Pep. Made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. And now back to the adventures of Superman. In a musty, dim lit cave in the Black Forest of Germany, where Der Teufel has injected Professor Milch's son with a solution of kryptonite. Teufel, Milch and 10 other Nazis gazed down breathlessly at the tall blond young German on the rough bunk. One minute, two minutes have passed since the youth eyelids quivered and he seemed to be regaining consciousness. Now Professor Milk's voice trembles as he says, what is wrong, Paul? Why does he not regain consciousness? I do not know. See how pale he is. But his faults. Feel. His faults did grow so faint. Yeah. I do not understand. But why do you just stand there? Do something. There's nothing that I can do. Everything seems more satisfactory. He seemed to absorb the shock of the transfusion well. You saw yourself how his labored breathing subsided. And his pulse. Lord, perhaps in a moment. In a moment he will be dead. Give me no more words. Say, my son. Do something, I tell you. Restrain yourself. Restrain myself. I tell you that my son is. There's no heartbeat. There must be. There's not his. His. You murdered my son. Dive. Impossible. Everything went as planned. My computations were exactly. I checked them over and over. You killed him, I tell you. You killed him. Impossible, I say. Impossible. I could not make such a mistake. It is impossible. Scowling, De TOU shakes his head stubbornly as he glowers down at the pale, motionless body of the young German on the cot. Is the youth really dead? And has Der Teufel's monstrous plot against Superman and all civilization failed? Or is the crafty and brilliant scientist right when he continues to repeat, a man. Impossible, I say he cannot be dead. That Teifer cannot be wrong. It is impossible. What is the truth? Don't fail to hear tomorrow's exciting episode when we learn. Tune in, same time, same station, for the Adventures of Superman. 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. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the Adventures of Superman, brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Kellogg's Pep the Super Delicious Cereal presents the adventures of Superman. 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. And now, the Adventures of Superman. In a secret cave in the Black Forest of Germany, a brilliant but unscrupulous Nazi scientist named De Teufel has injected a solution of pure kryptonite into the veins of a young Nazi. The son of Professor Milch Teufel said that when the youth awoke, he would generate such tremendous atomic energy within his own body that the entire world, and even Superman, would become his slaves. Meanwhile, unable to find Teufel Superman has returned to Metropolis. Where a leading American scientist is trying to discover a defense for him against his mortal enemy. The Kryptonite. As we continue now in the musty, dimly lit cave in the Black Forest, 10 Nazi leaders crowd around the rough bunk on which Mirch's son lies pale and motionless. Almost two hours have passed since the injection. Milch, frenzied with grief, addresses the squat, scowling Teufolk. You. You have murdered my son. Toyfl. Nonsense, Milch. See for yourself. He has no pulse, no heartbeat. Nonsense. I tell you. Everything went as planned. I myself tested the Kryptonite solution. My computations were exact. I. I checked them over and over. Your computations were false. Your whole plan was mad. Tasted a known better than to put my son's life in your hands. Restrain yourself, Milch. I warn you. You warn me? Who are you to warn me? It's my son who lies there dead. He will yet revive. He must live. Or if the Kryptonite was dissolved and is now assimilated in his body. He is our last chance, our last hope. My nein is dead. And you killed him. And for that. For that I shall see to it that you too shall die. You're a fool, Milch. You should know better than to frighten me. I said your son will let live. But if he does not. Then he died for the Vaterland. The Vaterland? Who are you to speak of the Vaterland? All that you ever did was for yourself. For your own selfish ends. To gain power and money. That is a lie. It's a truth and you know it. Was I not in the chancellery the day that your first rocket bomb fell on England. And you boasted to Hitler. You and I, Fuhrer, will rule the world between us. You did not say Germany would rule. Is that a Teufel? Would I leave it to General of Bromberg who was present. General, is it not true what I said? Gentlemen, please. We cannot afford to quarrel among ourselves. There are too few of us left. Then take this fool Milch away from me until he calms down. I must take. A fool am I? Why ya. You are a great fool, Milch. And a disgrace to our noble cause. I am a fool, am I? A disgrace to our cause? I'll show you your murderer. There are allied soldiers in the forest who hunt for you. I'll bring them here. Let me. You'll pay for murdering my son. He leaves the cave. Stop him. He only threatens Teufel. He is grief stricken. When he calms Down. Fool will do as he says. After him, all of you. Nein. The light soldiers are all about. They will see us. Then I will go alone. Quick, General, give me your revolver. Nein. Milch can be trusted, I tell you. And he is our only chemist. A great chemist. I tell you. The fool will betray us. Give me your gun. Well, here it is. Good. Remain here quietly, all of you. I will take care of the traitor and return. The boy cannot be dead. There is still a chance. Rushing from the cave into the dense forest, Der Teufel furiously pursues Professor Milch. Meanwhile, summoned by the wounded military police, Sergeant Bill Nelson, Major Carroll and a squad of American soldiers have arrived at Gottfried's Inn, hardly a mile away, under the cellar of which an underground tunnel leads to the Nazi secret cave in the forest. After treating the wounds of Sergeant Nelson and his companion, Corporal Harry Marks, Major Carroll and an army doctor have just found Gottfried, the innkeeper, who lies faintly breathing behind his bullet shattered bar. Major Carroll. Doctor, Gottfried's alive. Maybe he can tell us about the Teufel. Yes. He's done for, though. You better make it fast. He can't last much longer. Listen, Gottfried, you're in pretty bad shape. Yeah, I know. Tell me, Major, what will happen to my wife? If she was working with the Nazi underground too, she'll have to take the consequences. She was not, I swear. Your word is no good to me, Gottfried. Now tell me. Listen, If I tell you where the Teufel is, Major. Yes? You will promise to be lenient with my wife? I can't make any bargains with you, Gottfried. But I'll tell you this. My government wants Teufeld. If you help us get him, we might be disposed to deal more kindly with your wife. Here. Here, I will tell you. Listen. You know the road which goes for the Black Forest to the south of your camp? Yes. If you follow that road almost to the end of the forest, you will come to where it branches off. A wagon trail goes to the south and a narrow foot trail to the southwest for perhaps five miles. On the foot trail is a small log house where the game warden lives. And there, if you make haste, you will find Teufel. You mean that. Yeah. Yeah, he is there now. But you must hurry. Tonight he meets someone there. Tomorrow he departs. You're giving me a bum steer, Gottfried. It won't do your wife any good. No. No, I am not. You men have already looked through the inner. Found nobody I know. I'm dying, Major. I think only of my poor wife now. But you must hurry or the Toyful will escape from you again. All right, we can be back in a few hours. I'll leave a car here, doctor, in case you want to take him to the hospital. Right, Major. Lieutenant Harris, station a guard around the inn and hold anyone who comes here. Johnson, Hencharoff, cone, get in the car with me. Take the forest road just beyond the camp, Sergeant. Yes, sir. And step on it. Speeding away from the inn, Major Carroll is unaware that the wily Gottfried has sent him on a false trail. And that a few hours delay in discovering the secret tunnel under the inn may mean the difference of life or death to Superman. We'll return in a moment for the startling climax of today's episode. But first, here's our good friend. You know, gang, the weekend is a swell time to check over your collection of those new comic buttons that come in packages of Kellogg's Pet. See how you're coming along, how near you are to having all 18 different buttons. You'll probably want to round up your pals too, so that you can all trade duplicates. Because these buttons are really worth having. The colors are bright as anything, really stand out against the clear white background. There are 18 different buttons in all. That means 18 different funny sheet favorites. What's more, you don't have to send in a single penny to get these smart looking comic buttons. Not even a box. Stop. You can't buy them anywhere because they're exclusive prizes in packages of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's Pep. So how about asking mom to get you some pep tomorrow? Then inside the package you'll find an exciting prize. One of these slick looking new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. There's one in every package of P E P Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. And now back to the adventures of Superman. 30 minutes have passed since de Teufel left the secret cave in the Black Forest in pursuit of Professor Milch. Now, as the tall gray haired General Bromberg and nine other Nazi underground leaders wait nervously around the rough bunk on which Milch's son lies, Teufel re enters the cleverly concealed mouth of the cave. Teufel. Here is your gun, General. Two bullets are missing. You will find them in Professor Milch's bag. Ah, what have you done? There are only a handful of us left. And Milch was our only chemist. And he was a great chemist. He was a fool. And his stupid childish sentiment would have made him a traitor. This is no longer his son who lies Here. But the future savior of Germany. It is now you who speak like a full Teufel. This boy is dead. He cannot be. I made no mistakes. He is dead. Nevertheless, his heart has stopped beating. And when I placed a mirror to his mouth a moment ago, not the slightest mist came on the glass. I tell you, it cannot be. He must live. If what ounce of the kryptonite is in his body and I can get no more. This is our last chance, our last hope to conquer first Superman and then the rest of the world. This is no time to speak of conquering Superman. Typhoid. Your stupid shooting of Professor Milch endangers all of us. The Allied soldiers will find him and extend their search for us. We must leave here at once before it grows light. But first we will bury this boy. Non? Yes. Within him the kryptonite. The power to destroy our enemies and make me, all of us, such emperors as not even Hitler dare dream of being. A dead youth has this power. He is not dead, I tell you. He cannot be. Well, my. Take my computation. Ah, here they are. To check them again. Perhaps some small thing went wrong which I can rectify. We will pay no attention to this madman. Huisman, Joel, Schmidt, Keller, take spades and dig a burial hole in the rear of the cave. Schnel, you cannot do it. If you interfere, Teufel, you will be shot. What? You dare to speak to me that way? To the Teufel. Now listen to me. I will not listen to you. You endangered us in coming here with your crazy schemes. And now there are two less of us. If you must go too, it will be no loss. Silence. Giselle Borman, Carry Young Milk to the grave. Need not be deep. Only enough to escape. Attention. No, wait. One more step, Toyfl and I will pull the trigger. All right, I'll take him. No, wait. Then I'll. Look. Look. At what? Young Milk. See? His chest moves. He's bleeding. Victor, it cannot be. Be fierce. See for yourself. He breathes, I tell you. He breathes. And see, the color comes back to his cheeks. He lives. Ja, it is true. See, all of you. My atom man lives. Young Milch lives. And now it is the end of Superman. And of all who dare to defy the Teufel and the master German race. Ha ha. I have won. I have won. His frog like eyes shining behind his thick lensed spectacles, his fat hands clenched triumphantly above his head. Der Teufel chortles with maniacal glee as the slim, blond German youth on the rough bunk opens his eyes and breathes deeply. Then looks around at the ring of excited Nazi leaders. Above him is this young German in whose veins runs the pure dissolved kryptonite. Now an atomic monster before whom the world. But first Superman. Are doomed to bow in slavery or suffer utter destruction. Don't miss Monday's thrilling episode. Fellows and girls, tune in, same time, same station and listen to the adventures of Superman. 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. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Public. 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.