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BONUS - Superman Summer: The Atom Man (Part 3)
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The Atom Man is in Metropolis! The Nazi agent with kryptonite in his veins gets a job at the Daily Planet as reporter "Henry Miller," and the Man of Steel is about to meet his greatest and deadliest enemy. Superman and the Atom Man have their first...
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This looks like a job for Superman. Kelloggs 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. In a secret cave in the Black Forest of Germany, where several former Nazi leaders were hiding, a brilliant but unscrupulous Nazi scientist named Derteuffel injected a solution of pure kryptonite into the veins of a young German named Milch. Kryptonite, which is Superman's mortal enemy, is the most radioactive element in the world, Teutl said. And he promised that when young Milch awoke, he would be an atomic monster, generating such tremendous power and energy within his body that Superman, and perhaps the entire world must acknowledge him as their master or be destroyed. For hours, the youth lay in a coma. Finally, unable to detect a heartbeat. General Braunberg, leader of the Nazis, ignored Teufel's frantic protests and ordered a grave to be dug. But as we continue now in the musty, dimly lit cave, Teufel suddenly cries out, wait, General. Look. Look at what young Milch. See? His chest moves. He's breathing. Go. No, better. It cannot be. It is. See for yourself. It waits, I tell you. And look. The color comes back to his cheeks. Ja, it is true, Tekel. But how can this be? His heart had stopped. It had not really stopped, but without a stethoscope, it could not be hurt. See, all of you. My Atom man lives. Young Milk lives. And now it is the end of Superman. And of all who dared to defy their Teufel in the master German race. Ha ha ha. He speaks. Come closer. Be quiet, everyone. General Bromberg. Teufel. What is this? His. His voice is so deep now. How do you feel, Milch? I feel strange. So light, as if I had no body. But I feel strong. Never have I felt so strong before. Good. Can you stand? Stand? Of course. Why not? Let me see you. All right. There, you see? You do not feel dizzy? No, I feel fine. So strong, as if I could carry all of you on my shoulders. Good. Good. But why do you ask, Toil? Why do all of you look at me so strangely? What has happened? Do you not remember the Kryptonite? The Kryptonite? Ah, yes. The strange, green, glowing metal which my father dissolved and which you injected into my blood. Ya, ya. You remember the rest? Yes. You said it would make me an Atom Man. You said I would only have to hold out my hands and such a stream of atomic power would flow from my body that. That. No, it can't be. It can be, and it will be. You have now such power that no army, however vast, can stand before you. Not even Superman can resist you. I. I have such power, Teufel. You have my son. I can't believe it. I do not believe it. Teufel. I will prove it to you. First, the gloves. Gloves? Ja. Here they are. Put them on. What strange gloves. They seem to be made of some meshed metal. They are made of platinum atorium. You must remember always to put them on before you touch the converter. Through their fingers will emerge the atomic power in your body. They fit well. You spoke of a converter. Yeah. It is that small, square metal box attached to your throat. It too, is made of thorium and contains a tiny electronic tube. When you turn the little switch, an impulse flashes to the kryptonite atoms in your blood. No. Do not touch the switch or you will explode all of us into nothing. You himan can't be serious. Toy. You will see for yourself. Come. Where? Outside the cave. You two, General Brownburg and all you others, come with us. Go quietly. There are live soldiers all about in the forest. It's still dark, General. Follow me. Now we will go to the top of the small hill just ahead. But why do we go there, Tyval? In a moment you shall see. As soon as we reach the top of this hill. Be careful. The Allied soldiers may have heard the shots before and be searching for us. You can stop fearing. The Allied soldiers get around. Soon all of them will be the slaves of my atom men. An atom man? You speak like a fool, Typho. It is impossible. Fantastic. So they said of the first automobile. And the airplane and the telephone. And so they said of the first atomic bomb. But an atom man, I hope. You shall see here. This is far enough. All of you stand behind us. Now what? Now comes the demonstration of how the master German racers, guided by me, shall rise again to destroy all our enemies and rule the world. Yeah. Now, young men, you will listen to me and do exactly as I say. You are ready? I am ready. Teufel, your gloves are on firmly? Yes. Let me see if the converter fits exactly over your chalky. Levine. Yeah. You have felt where the little switch is? I know, but do not touch it yet. You are facing us. Turn toward the cave below. All right. What do I do now? Now turn the switch on the converter. All right. There. What happens? That sound. My voice. What an unusual voice. You are now an Atom man. Your voice is the voice of atomic energy. The kryptonite atoms rush through your blood to your fingertips where they will emerge in an unbroken chain of unlimited power. What is that? Point your hands at the cave. Quickly, Jagu. As the slim blond young German raises his mesh gloved hands, a brilliant white light which seems to illumine the entire forest flashes upon him. And then there is a tremendous explosion. What has happened? We'll return in a moment to find out. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, one of the swell things about collecting these new comic buttons that come in packages of Kellogg's Pet is that you're already acquainted with the characters. Sure, you've been following their adventures in the funny papers for ages. So when you get a button with a picture of Winnie Winkle on it, well, it's kind of like meeting up with an old friend. Or Superman or Harold Teen or any of the 18 different buttons in the series. And is it swell fun to get a new button for your collection whenever mom opens a package of Pep or to swap duplicates with your friends. And the best part is, you don't have to send in a single penny to get these keen looking buttons. Not even a box top. Fact is, you can't buy them anywhere. They're exclusive prizes for you in packages of that super delicious whole wheat Flake cereal. Kellogg's Pet. Inside every package you'll find one of these sharp new comic buttons or military insignia or a warplane button. Remember, that's P E P Pet made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. On a small hill in the Black Forest, a young German named Milch into whose veins de Toufel has injected the Kryptonite solution, turned the switch on the small converter at his throat, raised his mesh gloved hands and pointed them toward a cave a hundred yards below. There was a blinding white flash which seemed to light the entire forest like day. And then a violent explosion. As we continue now, Derteufel laughs softly and gloatingly as the young Atom Man, General Bromberg and nine other Nazis gaped wordlessly at a great canyon like hole in the forest floor in which giant trees are uprooted and tons of earth and rock flung wildly into the air have fallen to form new grotesque mounds in the darkness. Then Teufel reaches from behind the Atom man to turn off the converter at the youth's throat. Well, gentlemen, what do you say now? I cannot believe it. Teufel look. The cave is no longer there. It is as if a giant bomb dropped. Or an earthquake. Did I really do that, Teufel? Of course you did, my boy. Did I not say that? You now have unlimited atomic power within your body. It makes my head whirlwind. I'll destroy all the allied army camps. Come on, control yourself. It is I who give you your power. And I who can take it away. Do you understand that? Yes, of course I understand, Teufel. It is I who will command and you who will obey. What are you getting at, Teufel? It is necessary that this boy and I understand each other. Now hear me, Milch. You will leave here at once and proceed to America. America? Yeah. You will go to America and take care first of Super. I'll enjoy that. He ruined many of our greatest plans. But how will I find him in Metropolis? There's a large newspaper called the Daily Planet. I know the paper. When I studied journalism in an American college we often refer to the Daily Planet. Good. You may be able to secure a position on the Daily Planet. Tell them you will do anything, sweep floors, anything, but secure a position on the paper. Why? Because the Daily Planet alone has contact with Superman. You will discover what that contact is. I see. All right. When I have finished with Superman, what then? You will then go to a certain address which is sewn within your right glove. You feel a label in the glove? Yes. You will find me there. If not me, then another, whom you will recognize. I or he will give you further orders. Make haste, Toffel. I see flashlights in the woods. The soldiers must be coming. Ja. Go then, Milch. Oh, yes. In America, you must not have such a charming sounding name. Me? See, when I was at school there, I was Henry Miller. Ah, Henry Miller. F. Pierce. Then in your jacket are forged papers and a passport. You will proceed to the village of Neuheim. You will board a train for Berlin. From there, arrangements have been made to take you to Metropolis by plane. Sorry. Now the flashlights. Come closer. Now. Wait. Take off the meshed gloves. Pull the collar of your shirt above the converter. All right. Now go. Hurry. All right. Wait. My father, where is he? I hoped I would not have to tell you. When you were in a coma, he left the cave. He was mad with grief, thinking you had died. Two American soldiers saw him and shot him. The swine. Where are they? I killed. You will revenge yourself on them and on all their countrymen. In due time. But first you must take care of Superman. Then the rest of the world. Go now. Yes, I'll go. I'll take care of Superman. And then of all the United States. Now, feed us, ain't Teufel. Goodbye, General Bromberg. Goodbye, all of you. Hi. Turning abruptly, the Atom man plunges into the brush to begin his vengeful journey to Metropolis, the Daily Planet and Superman. And so the first dangerous link is forged in the chain that may soon render Superman helpless. From now on, it's a battle to the death. So don't miss a single episode from now on. Tune in tomorrow and every day Monday through Friday, same time, same station, and thrill toe. 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. Whoops. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Claiming that he could transform a human being into an atomic monster who would be able to control the world, A brilliant but unscrupulous Nazi scientist known as Der Teufel injected a solution of kryptonite into the veins of a young German named Heinrich Milk. Wearing meshed gloves and a tiny converter at his throat, Milch, in a test, lifted his hands and a violent explosion ensued which uprooted giant trees and tore a huge canyon like hole in the black forest. Telling the awed youth that his first task was to conquer Superman, Teufel ordered him to go to America, where he had been educated. And under the name of Henry Miller, secure a position on the Metropolis Daily Planet. Which was said to have contact with Superman. Meanwhile, having been unable to find Teufel in Germany, Superman has returned to Metropolis. And as we continue now, he is entering the laboratory of Dr. James Millicent, a famous American scientist. Listen, Clark Kent said you wanted to see me, doctor. Yes, Superman. Come in and sit down. Can't we talk right here? If you're worried about the sliver of kryptonite. Frankly, I am. As you know, I can't come within 10ft of it without losing my strength. You're quite safe in this laboratory, the sliver was destroyed. Come to my desk. Destroyed? Yes. In a final effort to discover the cause for its strange effect on you, I placed it in the cyclotron and bombarded it with atoms. Here we are. Sit down. Thank you. Well, don't keep me in suspense, Doctor. Were you able to find a defense for me against the kryptonite? I'm sorry to say I wasn't. I did my best, believe me. Yes, I'm sure you did. I tried everything. Every method known to science and all the knowledge of electronics developed during the war. I even called in three of my colleagues, the leaders in the fields of chemistry and biology. And atomics. They couldn't help either. No. You see, your problem is most unique. It's without precedent. You can withstand the most intense power known to man, and yet you're vulnerable to the kryptonite in its stable state. That is, before its atomic structure is disturbed. Yes? Why is that? That's the crux of the problem which we can't discover. I can only guess at the answer. You were born on Krypton, where the radioactivity of the planet's elements gave you your amazing power. Yes, but here in the atmosphere of Earth, the chemical structure of your body must react in the opposite way to the fragment of kryptonites and make you weak. I can't tell you why that chemical change takes place. Well, can't you find out? I mean, perhaps some. Some element or vitamin in my system breaks down. If we found out what it was and I absorbed a great quantity of it. I thought of that. I even considered exposing you to the tiny piece of kryptonite I had. And then subjecting you to a blood test. And then I remembered your skin was impenetrable. Yes. Yes, that's so. Doctor, something must be done. Der Teufel has a piece of that kryptonite. We traced him to Germany, but he disappeared there. I know he intends to use it against me and then against the rest of the world. Tell me, how large is the piece of kryptonite Teufel has? Oh, roughly about the size of that paperweight on your desk. Not very large, but the stuff is amazingly pure. He wouldn't need much of it for a bomb powerful enough to destroy all of Metropolis. What? But it's impossible. He'd need a huge factory. And the occupation forces now control all the factories in Germany. But suppose he doesn't intend to make bombs? Teufel told a henchman of his that he intends to create an Atom man with the Kryptonite. What? An Atom Man. Some kind of monster, he said, would be able to control me and enslave the rest of the world. What in thunder did he mean by that? I don't know, I'm sure, but I'm worried. Teufel is a brilliant scientist. I know he is. He won prizes in science twice before the war. And we know he's the man responsible for the rocket bombs the Nazis used. What? An atom man? I. I can't imagine what he meant. No, I can't either. Unless. Unless what? Unless he had some mad idea. Doctor, would you say it was possible to. Well, to somehow incorporate the Kryptonite in a man's body? Good heavens, no. The stuff would probably kill him in. Besides, it was very pure. Yes, as a matter of fact, it contains practically no impurity. Well, that's another amazing thing about it. But introducing it into a man's body. Why, even if it could be done and the man lived, what would be accomplished if Teufel discovered a way of harnessing and then loosing the tremendous atomic power you say there is in the Kryptonite while it was in a human body? Well, he'd have his atom man, wouldn't he? Not even Teufel is that clever. Forget such a fantastic possibility, Superman. Would you say it was impossible? In science we rarely say anything is impossible. But I'll go so far as to assure you that such an atom man is practically impossible. Well, that's a relief. Now if only there was some defense for me against the Kryptonite. I know that Teufel has some plan up his sleeve. And apparently its success depends on getting me out of the way. As I told you, I haven't been able to invent a defense against it. But I'm working on something now which may help you. You are? What's that? A detector. Detector? Yes. We were able to measure the humming sound the Kryptonite makes and its gamma rays using a radar principle. We're completing a detector now which will warn you of the presence of the Kryptonite while it's still some distance away. How far away? Well, that can't be determined accurately. It'll depend on the quantity of the stuff, whether or not it's subdued by other elements and so on. But the detector will certainly register its approach within 100 yards. Well, that'll give me a fighting chance. At least I won't be taken by surprise. When will this detector be ready, Doctor? Late today, I hope. Two of my assistants Are working on it now. Would you like to see how they're progressing? I certainly would. Might make the difference between life and death to me. Come with me. Thank you. There's a small laboratory behind that steel door where I do my most important work. Oh, here we are. In just a moment. This door is always locked. Come in. Thanks. This way. Those two men across the room are working on the detector. I bet they jump afoot when they see Superman in post. As Superman and Dr. Millicent enter the private laboratory, an angry scene is taking place in Perry White's office at the Metropolis Daily Planet. Seated at his desk, the gray haired editor scowls furiously at Jimmy Olsen, the freckle faced cub reporter. And you say Kent just walked out of the office again? Olsen? He didn't walk, he ran. And he didn't say where he was going? No, sir. He got a phone call, grabbed his hat and beat it. Did he say when he'd be back? No, he didn't. Well, how do you like that? Whenever Mr. Kent gets a notion he wants a vacation, which has been happening practically every day recently, he just takes it. Oh, I don't think he wanted any vacation, chief. I mean, Mr. White, you don't think you know where he went? No. But you know where he disappeared to yesterday? No. Or the day before that? No, but I. Or the day before that, the three days before that? No, but I. Well, neither do I. Neither does Lois. Neither does anybody except Ken himself, and he's not talking. Well, I'm sure it must be something important. Something important? Something too important to tell me. His editor, the poor fish who pays his salary. What am I around here anyway? The office boy. I mean, the coppice boy. I mean, the office boy. Now, take it easy, chief. You'll blow a gasket. It's my gasket and I'll blow it if I want to. I'll blow a million of them. But your blood pressure. It's my blood pressure too, Olson. I put up with all I can stand from. Can't I? I won't put up with any more. For years I've stood for his disappearing whenever he felt like it and then popping up again. But this. This is too much. This is the last straw. But Mr. Webb, ever since that. That piece of kryptonite was stolen from the museum a couple of weeks ago, Kent's hardly been in the office at all. Oh, but that's what it is. Mr. Kent must be trying to find the krypton. He said Superman was in great danger from it. Superman in danger. Well, of all the poppycock. If that's what Kent's wasting did the daily plan and scoot money on. It's time he learned a lesson. Yes, sir, he needs a lesson, and I'm going to teach it to him. What do you mean? I mean, what's that? Oh, oh, the intercom. Well, what is it? Miss Blackwash? There's a Mr. Henry Miller to see you, Mr. White. Who? Mr. Henry Miller. Henry Miller. Henry Miller. Who's he? Henry Miller. Is this the young Nazi in whose blood runs the dread kryptonite? We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax to today's episode. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, gang, it's not often you can get such swell prizes without sending in any money. Not even a box. Stop. I'm talking about those brand new comic buttons that now come in packages of Kellogg's Pet. They're so easy to get. Easy to look at too. Bright comic strip colors, sparkling white background, sturdy metal buttons you'll get a kick out of wearing on your jacket or dress or cap. And what a kick you'll get out of collecting all 18 different buttons, trading duplicates with your friends and comparing notes on how many you've collected so far. You know these are real, true to life pictures of your favorite comic strip friends like Moon Mullins and KO and Smilin Jack and Superman, of course. Eighteen of them, all in each one. Just about the best looking thing you can imagine. So how about getting busy on your collection today? Ask mom to get you a good supply of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's Pet. That's the only way you can get these new comic buttons. You know you can't buy them anywhere. You don't send in any money, not even a box. Stop. You just look inside the pet package and see which prize you find. A nifty colorful comic button or a military insignia or warplane button. It's a prize for you from Pep. Pep, Made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman in his office with Jimmy Olsen. Editor Perry White has just been informed by his secretary on the inter office phone that a Mr. Henry Miller wishes to see him. Henry Miller? Who's he? Ms. Bach Rack. Oh, he's young and terribly good looking, Mr. White. Boy, who asked you if he's good looking? Who is he and what does he want? I'm sorry, Mr. White, he's looking for a position. Well, why bother me about it? Send him to Kinsey, the office manager. But he's looking for a reporter's position. And you always interview reporters yourself. Well, I'm not interviewing any today. I've got enough reporters. Too many, as a matter of fact, for my peace of mind. Send him away. Wait a minute. Did you say he was a reporter? Yes, sir. Will you see him? Will I? You bet I will. And if he's any kind of a reporter, I'll. Oh, Send him in, Ms. Bacharach. Send him right in. Yes, sir. Oh, Sen, this is rich. Oh, what is this? This? It works out perfectly. I said I was going to teach Kent a lesson, didn't I? Huh? Oh, sure, but I don't care. Oh, you will, you will. And so will Kent. He thinks that now. Come in, come in. Oh, come in, Miller. Come in. Glad to see you. Why, you may be just the man I'm looking for. Cordially, Perry White invites the slim, blonde young man into his office, unaware that he is facing the most dangerous man who ever lived. For this is Henry Miller, the German atomic monster created by Derteufel to conquer Superman. And he is about to be hired as a reporter for the Daily Planet. What will happen? Don't miss tomorrow's thrill packed episode when Superman meets what may be his master. 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 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. Making deadly use of a small piece of kryptonite, the strange green, glowing metallic substance that robs Superman of all his strength and power. The half crazed but brilliant Nazi scientist known as Der Teufel, the devil created a human monster he has called the Atom Man. In whose veins flows a solution of the kryptonite capable of developing enough atomic energy to destroy anything in its path, including Superman. Posing as Henry Miller, Heinrich Milch, the young American educated Nazi who has been given this unlimited Power came to America under Teuton's orders and at this very moment is applying for a job at the Daily Planet in order to make contact with Superman. As he enters editor Perry White's office, he seems to be a normal young man, blond and Nordic looking, but now speaking perfect English, all traces of his accent gone. Also missing for the moment are the metal mesh gloves and tiny electronic throat converters that transform him into the dread Atom Man. Listen. Come in. Come in, Miller. Come in. Thank you, sir. Close the door. I better leave, Mr. White. No, stick around, Olson. This is going to be fun. So you'd like a reporter's job, huh? I would if there's one open, sir. Oh, there's one open all right. And a very good one, too. Oh, incidentally, meet Jim Olson, one of our cubs. How do you do, Mr. Olson? Glad to meet you. Yes, there's a job open. I just lost my key man. Or maybe I should say he lost me. Now, Miller, what's your background? Who've you worked for? Well. Well, sir, I've been overseas for a number of years. Oh, return vet, eh? Good. You boys deserve all the break. Yes, sir. There's not enough we can do for you. You hear that, Olson? A return vet. Yes, Mr. White. Where'd you work before you went in, Miller? Well, I spent a year on the Denver Clarion and six months on the Chicago Herald, too. Good papers. Anything special to do? No, sir. Just general reporting. All right, you've got the job. 50 a week to start and a raise in a month if you come through. How's that sound? Sounds fine, sir. I don't know how to thigh. Forget it. Forget it. Any man who risked his life fighting for me deserves everything I can give him. Olson. Yes, chief? What did I tell you about that chief? Business? You know my name? Yes, chief. I mean, Mr. White. Take Miller into Kent's office. Clear out Kent's desk. Oh, you better not do that, Mr. White. What did you say? Mr. Kent won't like it. He's got a lot of private papers in his desk. I don't care whether he's got a pink elephant and a family of pygmies. I said clear out his desk. And I mean clear it out. Now go ahead before you get tossed out on your. On your ear. Yes, sir. Just follow me, Mr. Miller. Good luck, Miller. Good luck. I'm sure you'll work out. I hope so, sir. I'll try hard and tell Ms. Blackmack, Olson, that if Kent does break his heart to come in, I don't Want his hand? Yes, Mr. White. Mr. White seems to have quite a temper. Yeah, but his bark is worse than his bite. I'll show you Mr. Kent's office, but if I were you, I wouldn't clear out the desk until Mr. Kent gets back. It's over this way. Uh, who is this Kent fella? What does he do, go on three day drunks. Are you kidding? Why, Ken wouldn't touch a drink with a ten foot pole. He doesn't smoke either. He's the best reporter on the paper. The best in the country. Then how come he never shows up? He shows up right now. He's out on a big story, I guess. Here's his office. Mmm, not bad. I'm going to like this job. Don't be too sure. What do you mean? Mr. White's okay, but he can run you ragged sometimes. I started here as a copy boy and I know you gotta be able to move as fast as Superman sometimes. Did you say Superman? Yeah, and that's no joke. No, Superman is hardly a joke. I understand that you have some contact with him here at the Daily Planet. Who told you that? I don't remember. Now, is it true? Well, sort of. Does he actually wear a blue costume and a red cape or haven't you ever seen him? Oh, I've seen him all right, plenty of times. Sure he does. How would you contact him if you needed him? Well, you better ask Ms. Lane that question. Ms. Lane? Mm, Lois Lane. She's our stargirl reporter. I think you ought to meet her. She's in this next office. Come in. Hi, Jim. Hi. Ms. Lane, I'd like you to meet Mr. Miller, a new reporter Mr. White just hired. Well, welcome to the Daily Planet, Mr. Miller. How do you do? Jim, please close that door, will you? Oh, sure. The racket of those typewriters just about drives me crazy. Thanks, Jim. Well, so you've joined the ranks, is that it, Mr. Miller? The deadline fraternity. Perry White's trained seals. Is it as bad as all I. No, not really. We take a beating, but we have a lot of fun. Right, Jim? Oh, yeah, sure. Well, what's eating you, James? Who, me? Why, why, nothing. Oh, now, come on, come on. I know that down in the mouth. Olson, look. What is it? Mr. Miller is taking Mr. Kent's place. Oh, that's fine. I'm off. What did you say? Mr. Kent's been fired. Mr. Miller is taking his place. Who said so? The chief, Mr. White. Oh, the chief. A minute. You had me worried. By this time, Jim, you ought no better than to take the little Napoleon at his word. Both Clark and I have been fired at least 15 times in the last year. But this time it's for keeps. Oh, nonsense. I tell you, Ms. Lane, this time Mr. White means it. Don't worry, Jim. The minute Clark sticks his nose in that door, it'll be all going to happen. The minute I stick my nose in the door. Well, Mr. Ken. Hi, Jim. Clark, you're in trouble. Meet Mr. Miller, the man who's taking your place on the paper. Clark. Clark, I'm talking to you. This is Mr. Miller. Ark, dazed as though someone had suddenly cut him across the face with a whip arc. Kent, almost a little frightened, feels a strange weakness creeping over him as the solution of kryptonite in Henry Miller's veins begins to take some effect. Even without the metal mesh gloves and the electronic converter, this is the first meeting of the atom man and Superman. Although neither is aware of the other's true identity, something startling is bound to happen. So stay tuned in for the dramatic climax in a few moments. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, most of the gang wear their new Kellogg's Pep comic buttons pinned on their jacket or dress or cap so everybody can see how many they've collected. But I met up with a girl yesterday who pins hers on a piece of black velvet her mother gave her. You know, like medals. Of course, it doesn't matter how you keep them as long as you're keeping up with the other kids. Rounding out your collection of all 18 different buttons, you'll want Smiling Jack and Lilums and Smitty and Superman, of course. And all the other true to life pictures of your favorite comic strip friends. Now, any duplicates you get, you'll want to swap with your friends. That's part of the fun. And it's also fun to compare notes and see who's got the most different buttons every day. So don't miss out, gang. Get to work on your collection right away. Ask mom to get you a package of that super delicious Kellogg's Pep because that's the only way you can get these new comic buttons. You don't send in any money. Not even a box top. You can't buy them anywhere. 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. It's a prize for you from P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. A strange scene is taking place In Lois Lane's office at the Daily Planet, Clark Kent in reality, Superman is facing for the first time young Heinrich Milk, alias Henry Miller in whose veins flows a solution of kryptonite that makes of him a deadly atom man. As Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen look on in bewilderment Kent pales as he feels a strange weakness coming over him. Listen, Clark, what's the matter with you? I. I don't know, Lois. Don't you feel well, Mr. Kent? Here, sit down. I think perhaps I'd better leave. No, no, no. I'm sorry, Mr. Mr. Miller. Clark. I'm sorry, Mr. Miller, but it's all right. I've got some unpacking to do anyway. I'll see you all later. Bye now. Clark, what's the matter with you? I. I don't know, Lois. Well, you look simply ghastly. Where have you been the last few days? Germany. Germany? Jeepers. Now, wait a minute. You left here on Monday and today is Wednesday. Oh, it's like the weakness the kryptonite gave me. What's that? Huh? What? Did I say something? I'm sorry. You said you were in Germany, Mr. Kent. Well, I said that. Clark, what in the name of heaven has come over you? Nothing, Lois. Nothing. Really? Well, do you realize what's going on around you? I don't understand you, Lois. I know what you're talking about. Look, you better go in and see Perry White. What for? Well, for one thing, he's your employer and every employer likes to see his employees once more. And for another thing, you've been fired. Not again. This time it's serious, Mr. Kent. Really, Jim. Yeah, that's why Mr. White hired that Miller guy to take your place. What Miller guy? Oh, good heavens. Clark, go right in to see the chief, will you? Go ahead, now. Open the door, Jim. All right, go ahead, Clark. All right, all right, I'm going. You don't have to push all the crazy things. Close that door, Jim, will you? What's wrong with him, Ms. Lane? I know, but it's serious, Jim. Which key connects with Mr. White's office on the intercom? Number three. Yes, what is it? Oh, it's lowest Lane. Chief, Clark Kent is coming into your office. Oh, no, he's not, Chief. Now, listen to me. There's something wrong with Clark. You telling me? I mean, seriously. Keep him in your office as long as you can. Now, don't let him go. I'll be in there soon. What's that number? What number, Ms. Lee? I've got it here in my book somewhere. See? Wait a minute. I think it's right. Here it is. 3, 7, 4, 8. 3, 7, 4,8. The chief keeps him there. He sure didn't act right. Act right. Hello? Mr. Grady, please. He was completely irrational, Jim. It's the most incredible thing I've ever. Hello, Mr. Grady? Mr. Grady, I need your help. We have a reporter here at the Daily Planet who seems to have had a nervous breakdown. Yes, he's suddenly become completely irrational. Well, I'd like you to send for him immediately and take him out to your rest farm. Yes, you'll need at least two strong men. Because I'm sure he won't consent to go along willingly. Once he's convinced that Clark Kent is in the process of losing his mind. Lois is making emergency arrangements to have him picked up and taken away for treatment. Unaware that Kent's trouble is that he has unknowingly met up with his deadliest and most powerful enemy. The newly created Atom Man. Now, with two burly attendants on their way for Kent, the Atom man search for Superman. And Superman's efforts to escape from the weakening effects of his one undefeatable enemy. The powerful atomic energy contained in kryptonite takes a strange new twist. Will these two meet again? The man of Steel and the Atom Man. When? Where there's excitement ahead. Excitement and spine tingling suspense in this battle to the death. So don't miss a single thrilling word of it. Tune in tomorrow, 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. 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. While the famed American scientist Dr. Millicent works feverishly to develop an atomic detector able to recognize the presence of Superman's deadliest enemy, kryptonite. Which robs the man of Steel of his strength if he ventures within 10ft of it. Nazi Germany's evil genius, Der Teukel has made good use of the piece of kryptonite he stole from the Scarlet Widow. At this very moment, a young man presenting himself as Henry Miller has secured a reporter's job on the Daily Planet. In actuality, Miller is Teufel's Atom Man a human monster in whose veins flows a kryptonite solution that with the aid of metallic gloves and an electronic converter can generate enough atomic energy to subdue the world. But the Atom man has orders first to find and destroy Superman protector of truth and justice. As you remember, Miller unknowingly met Superman in his guise of Clark Kent in Lois Lane's office at the Daily Planet. There, a strange thing happened. Even without the aid of the metal gloves and converter the kryptonite in the Atom Man's veins weakened and dazed Kent worried and concerned at what seemed to be Kent's irrational condition Lois called a man who operates a rest for him. Mr. Grady, you've got to help me. We have a reporter here at the office who seems to have had a nervous breakdown. Yes, yes, he's definitely irrational. Well, I suggest you send two attendants up to get him because I'm certain he'll resist once he learns he's being. As we continue now, Kent and Lois are with editor Perry White in the latter's office. Lois is making every effort to humor Kent while waiting for the rest farm attendants to arrive and winking at Perry White to make him understand. Of course you're all right, Clark. There's nothing the matter with you. Nothing. What are you winging at me for? Winking? Winking, Chief. You heard me. Winking. Maybe there's something wrong with you, Lois. You're nervous as a cat. I'm nervous. I'm as calm as a kitten. Then for the love of Pete, stop winging at me. It's driving me crazy. Oh, chief, sometimes you're an obtuse fool. What did you say? Look, Lois, did you. What did you say? Ms. Lane, what kind of a fool am I? An obtuse fool. O B T U S E. It means dull and stupid. You keep out of this, Kent. You don't work here anymore. And from this moment on, young lady, neither do you. You're fired. Again? This time it's for keeps. This time I. What's that? Your inter office phones. Who asked you? Yes, what is it? Mr. Grady's men are out here to see Ms. Lane. Who's Mr. Grady? Ms. Bagrat to send them in. Will you teach? I will not. What do you think this office is? Cattle ranch? All right, I'll do it myself. Why have all this. You keep those men out of this office. This is my office, and I want to have a turning up with every dumb dick and Harry. Okay, Bob, take it easy. It's a nice day out. How about coming for a walk, huh? Are you crazy? No, he ain't, Pop. Hey, take his arm, Charlie. Okay, let go of me, you. You goons. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. That's the wrong one. It's that one. Who, me? Yes, Clark. These gentlemen want to take you for a walk. A walk in the sunshine. Yeah, with the boys and the bees and disquiet. Down, Charlie. Come on, pal, we ain't gonna hurt you. Oh, wait a minute. What's going on here? Lois, can you explain this? Well, you see, Clark, it's this way. I don't think you're very well and. You don't think. Well, I just arranged you to go and rest. Well, that's all it is, really. Isn't that so, gentlemen? Yeah, sure. You're gonna get a nice long rest, Val. Take his arm, Charlie. Okay. Wait a minute. This is what I think it. We'll do all the thinking, pal. That's what we get paid for. Come on. Just a minute, please. We're in a hurry, pal. Now, are you going to come along quiet like, or do we have to meet with the business? You mean if I ask who you two individuals are, I'll explain. Latest cheese. Nobody's interested in your explanation. Look, pop, don't get in our hair. That's all we got to say. Just don't get in our hair. I have to get in more than your hair before I'm through. I. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Oh, do you think I'm crazy? No, Clark, but I do. Charlie, he's absolute hair. Let go. Let go. Something. I know what you gotta do. Unable to reveal his true strength, Clark Kent decides to submit as the two attendants force him out of the office despite Perry White's frantic protests. Meanwhile, in a shabby basement room in the heart of Metropolis, Henry Miller, the Atom man, is reporting to his creator, de Teufel. As I say, getting the job at the Daily Planet was nothing. Making contact with Superman is going to be another matter. You made, of course, some preliminary inquiries? I questioned a young reporter named Olson, but he couldn't give me much information. He referred me to a Ms. Lane. Yeah, Lois Lane. A very clever young woman. You spoke with her? Well, not really. Clark Kent came in just at that time. Clark Kent? Yeah, I know him. Well, now, listen to me. They have given you a reporter's card? Yes. Good. Unfortunately, I will not be able to keep in very close contact with you. At least until Superman is in your power. Not only the police and the FBI but hired gunmen in the employ of the Scarlet Widow are looking for me. Therefore, it will be necessary for you to operate on your own. You are not afraid, are you? With the metal gloves and the converter in my pocket, I'm not afraid of anyone. Teufel spoken well, my Atom man, spoken well. Now, here is what you will do. The editorial offices of the Daily Planet are almost deserted following the printing of the final edition at 7 o' clock in the evening. That much I know. Tonight, between 7 and 8, you will go to the Planet and carefully search the desks of the editor, Ms. Lane and Clark Kent for any information you can find that will lead you to contacting Superman. And if I find no such information? I feel certain you will learn something at the offices of the Daily Planet. Perhaps enough to accomplish what has been my dream for years. What's that? To bring the great and powerful Superman to his knees. To see him groveling before me, begging for mercy. To watch him die slowly and painfully. Go, my Atom men. Go and do this thing for me. Gloating even before the kill. De Teufel, his half crazed mind alive with the thought of subduing the American symbol of truth and decency, sends his deadly monstrous at a man on the way. We'll return in a moment to learn what happens in the darkened offices of the Daily Planets. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, gang, you're missing out on something the other kids are having a lot of fun with. Unless you're collecting those new comic buttons from packages of Kellogg's pet, you're gonna be out in the cold when the fellows and girls compare notes and tell how many different buttons they've collected so far and swap their duplicates. So better hop to it. There are 18 different buttons in this new comic strip series. You know, Each one with a speaking likeness of one of your favorite funny sheet characters. 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. Stop. 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 Pep. 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. Unable to reveal his supernatural strength in the presence of Lois Lane and editor Perry White Clark Kent decided to submit to being placed in a straight jacket and taken to a rest farm. All because Lois believes he has become temporarily irrational. It is now 7 o' clock in the evening. Off in the distance, a steeple bell tolls the hour. Left alone for the first time since he was carried into the rest farm he Kent studies the small room he is in. The door's locked and bolted. But those iron bars on the window shouldn't be too difficult to bend. I'll fix Lois for this one of these fine days. First off, with his clothes. Irrational, am I? You'll make a public apology to me, Ms. Lane, before I'm through. There. That does it. Now to tackle those bars as Superman. I don't want to break them, just bend them enough to get out and bend them back. No sense letting them suspect who they had here. See? Now these two should do it. There we are. Should be able to squeeze through that opening. Well, here goes. So made it not by much now to get the bars back in shape. They'll be puzzling this out for a long time to come. Those two dodo birds who brought me here. So set straight as a die. Nowhere. Let's see, it's a little after seven. Nobody at the office now. I think I'll drop in and leave a note for Jimmy. Gotta be able to contact someone at the office. Up, up and away. Leaping into the darkened sky, Superman, wings to the heart of the city and bare moments later drops down on the 20th story ledge of his own office window. Now, this is a lot faster than elevators. Up with the window and inside. I better leave the note in an envelope or someone may think it's. That's funny. There's a man in Lois's office rummaging through a desk. Great Scott, it's that new reporter the chief hired. Miller. I'll teach him to go through other people's desks. Give him the scare of his life. Having a good time, my friend? Superman. Well, is that all you've got to say? No. I'll have something more to say in just a minute. Yes, plenty more to say. Startled at having suddenly come face to face with the one person he has traveled 4,000 miles to find Henry Miller's hands slip into the pockets of his jacket reaching for the metal mesh gloves and electronic converter that will transform him from an ordinary human being into a destructive monster. An Atom Man. He can scarcely believe his good fortune. Scarcely believe that the broad shouldered costumed figure standing in the doorway is the object of his search. And Superman, unaware of what he is in for looks on what will happen. The man of Atoms and the man of Steel face one another now. This is the vital moment, so don't fail to hear tomorrow's tense, exciting episode when only a miracle saves Superman from destruction. Tune in same time, same station tomorrow for the further 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. Fellows and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman man. 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. Using a solution of intensely radioactive kryptonite which is Superman's mortal enemy a brilliant but crazed Nazi scientist named Dertepel created an atomic monster able to generate tremendous destructive power within his body. Teufel sent the human monster a young American educated German using the name Henry Miller, to America where, as his first assignment, he was to find and conquer Superman. Speaking perfect English Miller secured a position as a reporter on the Daily Planet and was introduced to Clark Kent who, as we all know, is in reality, Superman. In the presence of the kryptonite in Miller's blood Kent became momentarily dazed and irrational. Believing that he was losing his mind, Lois Lane had him taken to a rest farm from where the man of Steel escaped. That evening, returning to the seemingly deserted Planet office he found Miller rifling Lois's desk and challenged him. Having a good time, my friend? Superman. Well, is that all you've got to say? No. I'll have something more to say in just a moment. Quickly, Miller's hands dart into his jacket pockets fumbling for the metal mesh gloves and electronic throat converter that will transform him into a deadly atom. Man and unaware of his great danger Superman stands in the doorway arms akimbo a disdainful smile playing about his lips. You're reaching for a gun, Miller. You're wasting your time. You see what I'm. Someone's coming. Just my luck. Don't move, Miller. There, where you are. I've never seen a. Jim, look. Superman. Good evening, Lois. Jim. Poor leaping lizards. What are you doing here, Superman? I caught this man rifling your desk. What man? Why, it's Henry Miller. He's our new reporter. I can explain. Stay where you are. As you wish. Superman is making a great to do about nothing, Ms. Lane. I missed my gold cigarette case at dinner. It's quite valuable and I happen to be very fond of it. I thought that I might have left it in my desk, so I came back for it. This is my first day at the Planet, you know, and in the dim light I must have mistaken your office for mine. What's that? Yes, my office is right next to Ms. Lane. That's Clark Kenzo. He's right, Superman. No, he's right. Clark has been acting very strange lately, staying away from the office for days at a time. And Perry White finally got set up and firing him and he hired Mr. Miller to take his place. Oh, that's it? Yeah, and it's a dirty trick if you ask me. Well, it looks as if I owe you an apology, Mr. Miller. Oh, that's quite all right. I can see where my being in Ms. Lane's office looked suspicious. It was a perfectly natural mistake. What's cooking? So, Superman, how'd you happen to be here tonight? Oh, why, I dropped in to see Kent. To see Kent? Yes. Are you and he working on something together? Well, in a way, Jim, that's very interesting. Is it, Mr. Miller? Why, you're a very famous person. Kent must be very clever to work with. He sure is. I think Ms. Lane would know it by this time. But no, she makes up her mind he's seeing things and has him sent away to arrest him. Now, Jim, I did it for his own good. As I said, Clark has been acting very strange. And this afternoon, right in this office. You were here, Jim. And you too, Mr. Miller. He became positively irrational. He seemed dazed and he said a lot of things that just didn't make any sense at all. So what? He probably had something on his mind. Of course, Kent's as sane as well as I am. Ms. Lane. You had no right to send him away. You see, Ms. Lane, I did it for his own good. Jim. I thought he'd. Well, I'd get a lot of good out of a stay at the Grady Rest Farm. You are much too hasty. I'll see that he's released. Oh, you will? Yes, at once. I've got to Be running along. A friend of mine is waiting for me. That is, if you're quite satisfied I'm not a deadly criminal. Superman. Well, Ms. Lane and I both seem to have been a bit hasty today. Sorry, Miller. No hard feelings, I hope. None at all. This has been a most instructive evening. Most instructive? What do you mean? Meeting Superman and all that. Well, good night, everyone. Are you going to the rest farm and get Mr. Ken out now, Superman. What? Oh, yes, Jim, I. You know, I'll just sit down a moment. I. Hey, what. What's the matter? Superman? The matter? Yes, don't you feel well? Is something wrong with you? Wrong? I don't know. Alarmed, Lois and Jimmy stare at the broad shouldered man of Steel who sits heavily in a chair, his eyes slightly grazed and a strange weakness flowing through his body. He hears Lois and Jimmy dimly. What is it, Superman? Yo, what's the matter? As from the back of his mind, a voice, his own voice, speaks to the man of Steel. This strange weakness. It's the same as when you were in the presence of the kryptonite, Superman. Faceless something. What's wrong? Yes, what is wrong? It happened just like this earlier today, right here in Ms. Lane's office. You were feeling all right. What's the matter? And suddenly this terrible weakness. Are you ill? Can we do something? No, no, thanks. I. I'll be all right. Can't understand. There's no kryptonite around here. Okay. Gosh, I can't understand. They can't understand it. Neither can you. What's happening? Are there other things? Things beside kryptonite that can weaken you? Would you like me to call a doctor? A doctor? No, no, no, of course not. Wait. That ring on Lois's finger. Look at it. The green stone. Milky green. Great Scott. Perhaps it's. Here, drink this water, Superman. Oh, thanks, Jim. There. Do you feel any better? Oh, yes, yes, thanks much. That ring, it may be. Oh, don't try to get up yet. Rest a little bit longer. Oh, I'm all right now. Quite all right. Excuse me, Lois. Will you come into Kent's office a moment, will you, Jim? Oh, sure, you bet. Shall I come too? No, no, stay where you are, please. We'll be just a moment. Gosh. What is it? Super. What happened? Close the door, Kevin. Oh, sure. Now, listen, would you like to do something for me? Golly, sure, of course. What is it? Ms. Lane is wearing a new ring. It has a green stone. A green stone? Yes, it's on the little finger of her left Hand. I want you to get it for me. You want me to get Ms. Lane's ring? That's right. Why? What for? Never mind. I'm asking this as a personal favorite. Will you do it? Well. Well, sure. Then take it to Dr. John Millison. His laboratory is in the science building at Metropolis University. I know where it is. I took something there from Mr. Kent a few days ago. But what? Mind the questions. Just get the ring and rush it to Dr. Millicent. Tell Ms. Lane I admired it and want to copy it or something. Okay, I'll get it. Good. But are you going to get Mr. Kent out of that. That rest farm? You take care of the ring and I'll take care of Kent. Is that a deal? It sure is. And thanks a million. I'm awful worried about him. What? Oh, nothing. Just get Ms. Lane's ring to Dr. Millicent as fast as you can. So long now. Oh, wait, the door isn't that way. This window will do. So long, Jim. Up, up and away. Leaping into the dark star filled sky, the man of Steel streaks from the Planet Building and heads for Metropolis University to await Jimmy's arrival with Lois Lane's ring. Is it possible that someone has given Lois a ring with a stone made of kryptonite? We'll know in a moment, so keep listening, but right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, the other day I heard of a family with five children, three boys and two girls, and they're all collecting the new comic buttons that come as prizes in packages of Kellogg's Pep. At first they all used to dive in for the button whenever mom opened a package of Pep. But that didn't work out very well. So now they take turns. Of course, since there are five of them, they eat a lot of that super delicious Whole Wheat Flake cereal. So their turns come up pretty often. Then if they happen to get duplicates, they exchange them with each other. And you know what? Each one of those kids has already collected five different buttons. And are they enthusiastic about the colorful, true to life pictures of their favorite funny sheet friends? Anybody would be. Why, Moon Mullins eyes are popping just like in the funny papers. And Herbie has his books under his arm. And Superman looks as if he's gonna say any minute. Up, up and away. You know how he says it? Anyway, altogether there are 18 different buttons, you know, and they're easy to collect. You don't have to send in a single penny, not even a box top. And you can't buy them anywhere you Just ask Mom to get you some of that super delicious whole wheat Flake cereal, Kellogg's pet. Inside each package there's an exciting prize. One of these new 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. In the laboratory of Dr. John Millicent. Superman stands some 20ft away from the white haired scientist who is examining Lois Lane's ring under a microscope. Evidently satisfied, Millicent leaves his stool and approaches the man of Steel, who steps back hurriedly. Wait, doctor. Don't come near me. It's all right, Superman. This ring didn't cause those weak spells. It didn't? You mean the stone isn't cryptid? Tonight. It's a type of milky jade. Jade? Then why did I start to lose my strength? Twice Today in Ms. Lane's office, I felt exactly as I did when I was near the kryptonite. That's strange. I don't understand it. Not being able to understand it, I'm worried if things like this keep happening. Don't lose your head, my boy. But Doctor, nothing else in the world can affect me like that. Nothing but kryptonite. Doctor, I think Der Teufel has begun his plot against me. Wait a minute. I can't wait any longer. The only thing that can save me now is the atomic detector you're developing. With that to warn me of the approach of the kryptonite, I'll at least be able to get away before it overcomes me. You said it would be ready this evening. Is it? No, and may never be. What? What do you mean? I'd gladly give 10 years of my life if I didn't have to say this, Superman, but, well, we ran into difficulties just when we thought the detector was completed. You mean we haven't been able to solve the problem yet? And frankly, well, I don't know if we ever will be able to. Great Scott. What can I do now? What can I do? Helplessly, Superman stares at Dr. Millicent, his one last hope of protection against the kryptonite seemingly gone. And unknown to the man of Steel, the danger he fears is even closer to him than he suspects. Due to an error he himself made in Lois Lane's office. At this very moment, Henry Miller, the dread Atom man, is in a telephone booth conveying an important message to the brilliant, half mad Nazi scientist at the other end of the wire. Teufel, it is I, Miller. We have nothing to worry about from now on. Yes, that's right. Well, I made a wonderful discovery tonight. I know exactly how to contact Superman. Whenever you decide to get rid of him, of course. I know what I'm saying. Yes. Yes, I'll be right over. Goodbye. What does the Atom man mean? How can he contact Superman at will? Every moment is tense now, fellows and girls. As the greatest menace the world has ever known draws closer to the man of Steel and to all civilization. Don't fail to be with us Monday for a thrill a minute. As Teufel and the Atom man close in, be sure to listen. 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. As you remember, a brilliant half mad Nazi scientist named Der Teufel injected a solution of highly radioactive kryptonite into the veins of a young German. Thus making him an atomic monster able to destroy anything in his path. Appearing as an ordinary young man named Henry Miller, the Atom man secured a position as a reporter on the Metropolis Daily Planet with orders to find and destroy. Destroy Superman. As we continue now, in a shabby basement room of a Metropolis tenement, Henry Miller is telling Teufel of an important discovery he made at the Daily Planet that evening. Disguised in a black wig and drooping mustache, his skin dyed olive, De Toyfield's frog like eyes blaze behind thick lensed spectacles as he interrupts angrily. What? You say Superman appeared at the Daily Planet this evening? Yes. I was going through Ms. Lane's desk as you told me to, trying to find some clue as to how the paper contacted Superman. And suddenly he was there. And you let him get away. I had to toy for you, see? What do you mean you had to? Did you not have your metal gloves in the throat converter with you? Yes, but nothing. You had only to slip them on, touch the switch on the converter and such atomic power would have fought from your fingers that Superman would have fallen helpless at your feet. Fool. Blockhead. Conquering Superman means everything to us. Everything. Once he becomes our slave, the rest of the world will fall into our laps like right plums. I know. But I had to let him get away. Tonight. Just as I was about to put on my gloves and converter young Olson and Ms. Lane came in. You should have destroyed them too. I didn't dare to. You told me to act with the utmost secrecy until Superman was in our hands. I said if it was possible. Can you not think at all for yourself? Now Superman has escaped you. Who knows when and where he will return? I know how to make him return. Did I hear you correctly? Did you say you know how to find Superman? I do. How? Tell me. Stop grinning like a fool and talk. I can reach him through Clark Kent. Clark Kent? The Daily Planet reporter? Yes. Kent is the Planet's contact with Superman. I found that out tonight. He is. How do you know Superman came to the Planet to see Kent? He told Olsen, Ms. Lane, that he did. And he admitted that he and Kent were working on something together. So? That is very interesting. So Clark Kent is the Daily Planet's contact with Superman. I can believe that. Kent is very clever. Well, perhaps you did not fail completely after all. Of course I didn't. All we have to do is grab Kent, take him somewhere and make him understand that his life depends on his bringing Superman to us. And have every policeman in Metropolis searching for us. 9. That is the way for men without brains. For stupid gangsters. What? Silence. Now, listen to me. This is what you will do. Beginning tomorrow, when you report to the Daily Planet, you will cultivate Kent. Cultivate him? Yeah. Make him your friend. Flatter him, but not too obviously. Then once he has become your friend it should not be too difficult to have him arrange a meeting with Superman. Or we can invent some story of a great trouble in which you are involved and from which only Superman can save you. You see? Yes. And it ought to work. Yeah. And with the power I have given you, we shall rule the world together. Go now. It is late. Go home and sleep. And in the morning, you will begin with camp. All right. Teufel. Wait. I just remembered something. Yeah? This evening at the Daily Planet, when I was leaving, I passed close to Superman. I noticed that he turned pale and his eyes seemed to glaze. Oh, yeah? Yes. And when I got to the door of the City Room, I looked back, he collapsed into a chair. And Ms. Lane and Young Olson were asking him if he was sick. He was affected by the kryptonite in your blood. If it had been in its original form, he would have lost consciousness. Yes, I know. But tell me, are you sure that nobody else is affected by it? Of course I am. Did I not walk with it on contact? A large piece of it will burn the skin. But until its atomic energy is released, it is harmless to everyone except Superman. Then why was Clark Kent affected by it? What is this? Kent was affected? Yes, this afternoon in Ms. Lane's office. Kent came in and was introduced to me. He was looking fine, he was in good spirits. But the moment he came near me, he turned pale. His eyes glazed and he collapsed into a chair. Exactly as Superman did this evening. Yeah, yeah, go on. At first I thought he was having a heart attack. But everyone there said that he was sound as a rock and nothing like that had ever happened to him before. So it must have been the kryptonite in my blood. And if that's the case, how can I get friendly with him? I won't be able to get near him without. Wait. Could it be. Could what be? Himmel? Could it be that Clark Kent is Superman? Clark Kent. Superman? What are you talking about? Yeah. The more I think of it, the more I am convinced that we have stumbled on the most closely guarded secret in the history of civilization. Superman's identity. Yeah. Now that I look back, when I myself was involved with Superman, Clark Kent also appeared. Not once, but on a number of occasions. Joyful. It's incredible. And tonight you learned from Superman himself that Clark Kent is his contact with the Daily Planet. If Kent is Superman, making contact with himself would be easy, nein? Yes, of course. But I know what you are about to say. We are not certain. That's right. Then we will make certain. We will prove it to ourselves beyond any doubt. Listen carefully. I have discovered that the alpha race in kryptonite do not penetrate lead. Tonight I will prepare for you a vest treated with a special tincture of lead. It will cover your heart and your main arteries and prevent the emanations of the kryptonite in your blood from escaping. It is these emanations, I am certain, that weakened Superman when he was in your presence. I don't understand. Do not interrupt. Tomorrow morning at the Daily Planet, you will approach Clark Kent wearing the lead treated vest. If he is not affected in your presence, leave and remove the vest. When the opportunity arises, approach him again. If then he is affected, he will have positive proof. And when we have that proof, then we have Superman exactly where we want him. If we Are right. If Clark Kent is Superman, it would be dangerous to carry the gloves and converter with you because of his XY vision. You think of everything, don't you, Teufel? At the moment I am thinking of only one thing, my young friend. I am thinking of final victory over the so called man of Steel. I am thinking of ruling the world as no living man. Frog like eyes blazing with something close to madness. Dertel, whose name means the devil, prepares to expose Superman's double identity. Will he succeed where so many others have failed? We'll return in a moment for today's climax. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, a new kid moved into our neighborhood the other day. And right away when he met Eddie, he spied those brand new comic buttons Eddie's collecting from packages of Kellogg's pet. So of course he wanted some of those comic buttons too. But you know, for some strange reason he didn't know how to get them. Ellie said to Eddie, I'll bet you spend all your allowance for those sharp looking buttons. Well, when Eddie told him that you don't have to send in a single penny, not even a box stop. He hot footed it home to ask his mother to get him some Kellogg's pet. And no wonder. Each one has a true to life picture of one of your favorite comic strip characters. Like Skeezyx and uncle Walt and Winnie Winkle and Superman, of course. Why, all the fellows and girls are set to collect all 18 different buttons in the series. So if you want to get in on the fun, ask mom to get you a package of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's pet. Because that's the only way you can get these swell buttons. You can't even buy them anywhere. But inside every package of Pep you'll find a thrilling prize. One of these smart new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. Remember that's P E P, Pep. Made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. It is not quite 9:30 the following morning. Clark Kent, summoned by a telephone call from Jimmy Olsen, enters the city room of the Daily Planet and proceeds to editor Perry White's office. Good morning, chief. Morning, Jim. Morning. Oh, hello, Mr. Kent. Gee, it's well to see you back at the Planet. He's not back. He's just paying a brief call. That's right, Jim. You said there was a cable. Oh, why don't you two kiss and make up? This place ain't isn't the same without Mr. Kent. Chief, I expect my reporters to spend their working hours reporting theory with which Mr. Kent doesn't seem to agree. Give Ms. Cablegram. Okay. Here it is, Mr. Kent. It's from Army Intelligence in Berlin. Oh, it is good. Maybe they. Oh, maybe who? What? Just a minute now. Let me remind you, Kent. If that cable has to do with any story you were working on while you were a member of my staff, I'm entitled to it. Well, that's a relief. Oh, what is? Oh, all my troubles are over. They are? What troubles? Der Teufel is dead. The kryptonite is gone for good. And now I can stop worrying about the Atom Man. What Atom man, you say? Teufel is dead, Kent? That's what Colonel Greely says. Apparently they traced him to a cave in the Black Forest in Germany where there'd been a terrific explosion. They caught a Nazi, a former Gestapo man, trying to sneak out of the woods. He told our men what had happened, hoping to save his own neck. What did he tell them? That Teufel had been experimenting with a piece of kryptonite, trying to create an Atom Man. What? An Atom Man. But we can forget all that now. Teufel blew himself and several other Nazis in the cave to kingdom come. And the kryptonite was destroyed too. Haha. Yes, sir, all Superman's worries are over. But, but. Quiet, Olsen. Quiet, Kent. This is a terrific story. Police all over the world were looking for Toyful. This cablegram gives us a scoop. It hasn't been on the Teletype yet. Uh huh. You want me to write it? Naturally. Naturally. What are you standing there grinning like? Now wait a minute, wait a minute. If I take you back, do you think you can attend to business and let Superman take care of himself? Well, he really doesn't need your help, you know. That's what you think, chief. Well, I'll try to be good. Come on, Jim, let's get to work. Yes, sir. This is more like it. Hot dog. Just a minute, Cat. Yeah, I. I told that new man Millard take your office. Oh, when he comes in this morning, give him a desk in the city room. Okay. Come on, Jim. Oh, see, I feel like the man in the death house who just got a pardon from the governor. Well, I don't get it, but as long as you feel good, it's okay by me. Oh, there's Miller coming in now, huh? We better tell him about the switch. Let me handle it, Jim, huh? No sense causing any hard feelings. Poor Miller. Hasn't hurt anyone. Smiling for the first time in days, Clark Kent steps forward to meet the one human being on the entire face of the earth who has it within his power to destroy him. No, Henry Miller hasn't hurt anyone yet. But that time is soon coming. And unknowingly, Kent is walking into the trap with his eyes open. Anything can happen from here on in. And something does tomorrow. So don't fail to listen. Tune in. Same time, same station too. 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 and a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Believing that Der Teufel, the brilliant, half mad Nazi scientist, had been killed and that the piece of kryptonite which robs him of his strength had been destroyed, Superman relaxed, thinking he was out of danger. But as we know, Teufel is in Metropolis with a young American educated German named Henry Miller, who. Whom he has transformed into what he calls an Atom Man. Able to destroy anything in his path. Learning that Clark Kent and Superman had both become dazed in Miller's presence, Teufel reached the startling conclusion that Kent and Superman were one and the same person. To test his theory, Teufel treated Miller's vest with a tincture of lead and explained to him this vest will prevent the emanations of the kryptonite in your blood from escape. If Kent is not affected when you wear the vest in his presence, but is affected when you are not wearing the vest, then we will know he is Superman as we continue. Now we find the slim, blonde Atom man wearing the leaded vest at the Daily Planet where he is talking with Clark Kent in the latter's office. Listen, I heard that Mr. White changed his mind about firing him. Mr. Kent, I guess that means I'm through. Oh, no, not oh, Miller, No. We can use another reporter. And the chief thinks you make a good one. Well, that's a relief. I know I'm no great shakes, but you're one of the best reporters in the country. And here I was, Mr. Nobody, taking over your office and expected to fill your shoes. Believe me, I'm tickled pink to see you back. Oh, thanks. Come on, we'll find you a desk out in the city room. So let's see. Well, there's a vacant desk next to Jim Olsen's. How does that strike? Couldn't be better. I like Jim. Oh, he's a grand youngster. Got the makings of a first class reporter too. I. I ought to warn you though. Jim can ask more questions per minute than any six other humans. I'm used to that. I've got two kid brothers. They're pretty good on the question stuff too. They live here in Metropolis with you? No, they're out in California with my mother. They're another reason I'm glad I'm holding a job. Those kids use up a lot of shoe leather. I bet they don't. Here we are. Hey, this looks okay. You'll probably find a lot of accumulated junk in this desk. If you do, just dump it in the basket. Okay. Thanks loads, Ken. Out of it. By the way, I wonder if I could ask you a favor. Of course, what is it? Well, I've never worked on a big paper like this and naturally I'm anxious to make good. Would you mind if I came to you for advice now and then? Why, certainly not. Pop in anytime. Thanks again, Ken O'. Really. Hi, Mr. Kent. Hi. Hello, Jim. I'm going to be your neighbor. Oh, that's swell, Mr. Miller. Look, let's drop the Mr. Miller stuff. Everybody calls me Hank. Okay, Hank it is. Well, I better dump my coat in the locker and get to work. Thanks for everything. I'll see you later. Okay. You know, he seems like a pretty nice guy, Mr. Kent. Yes, he does. Acted very decently about being moved out of my office. He. Oh, good Morning, Lois. Hi, Ms. Lane. Good morning, Claus. Jim, listen, what does I hear about the Toible being killed? Well, that's right, in Germany. And the piece of kryptonite he stole was blown up with him. Well, I hate to say it, but it's a good thing Teufel was as bad as they come. Well, now you can stop worrying about Superman Clark. You're telling me. Well, I gotta get to work. See you later, Jim. You bet. Mr. Ken, now that you're back on the job, what happens to Henry Miller? Oh, he stays on. He's taking the desk next to Jim's. That's good. The poor fellow is right in the middle? Yes, and he needed the job. Supports a mother and two brothers. Oh, is that so? Well, I'll see you later. Incidentally, Ms. Lane, you and I have a little matter to discuss. Oh, have we? Yes, have we? It concerns my having been dragged off to that rest farm. Oh, that. That. Yes. Well, can't we forget it, Clark? It's a little hard to forget the barred windows. I. I just thought I was doing the right thing. Honestly, Clark. All right, all right, we'll forget it. How about lunch? Well, pick me up at noon, will you? Entering his office, Clark Kent closes the door behind him. A few minutes later, Henry Miller, having removed his lead treated vest and placed it in his locker, returns to the sitting room and walks past Jimmy Olsen. Hey, Hank. This is your desk. Yeah, I know. I just remembered something I wanted to ask Kent about. I'll be back soon, Jim. Oh, okay. Kent wasn't affected by the kryptonite while I was wearing my vest. Now we'll see what happens when I'm not wearing the vest. Come in. Are you very busy, Mr. Kent? No, not at all. Come in. Thanks. Now, what's on your mind, Miller? Mr. White asked me yesterday to do a story on the candidate for mayor for the Sunday sheet. I was wondering how long to make it. How long? Yes, I suppose we use a lot of photographs and I. What's the matter, Mr. Kennedy? I can't matter. You're looking at me so strangely. And you're very pale. Is something wrong? I don't know. I feel so. What? So weak. As if all my strength were leaving me. Good gosh. Can I do something? I can't understand. Get me some water, please. Sure, of course. Don't try to move, Kent. Jim. Ms. Lane, something happened to Mr. Kent. What? What is it? I don't know. Get him a glass of water. Hurry's pale as a ghost. Where is Ms. Lane? Ms. Lane? Ms. Lane. As Jimmy rushes for a glass of water and Lois dashes from her office, Henry Miller hurries to the locker room where he once more dons his lead treated vest. Then he returns to Kent's office where Jimmy and Lois are hovering anxiously around Kent's chair. How do you feel now, Clark? Drink some more water, Mr. Kent. I'll be all right. How is he, Ms. Lane? I don't know. You were here when it happened, weren't you, Mr. Miller? Yes. We were talking when all of a sudden he turned pale and said he felt weak. Jeepers. The same thing happened to him yesterday. I can't understand it. Just like When? The kryptonite. The kryptonite. But there isn't any here. I know there isn't. What does he mean? He's becoming irrational again, just like he did yesterday. He gets illusions that Superman is in danger. Listen, Jim, you better call a doctor. Okay, I'll call Doc Jennings. You better get the chief, Ms. Lane. He's out of the office, dear. Superman. Should have left him at the rest farm. He's losing his mind. I know he is. I'm sure it is. Isn't anything so serious, Ms. Lane. How do you feel now, Mr. Kent? Oh, much better, thanks, Miller. Sorry to have been so much trouble. You are feeling better, Claude? Oh, sure, Positive. I'm perfectly all right now. I. I can't understand what happened to me. Have you been examined by a doctor lately? Why, yes. I'm in perfect shape. We can't wait that long. Dr. Jennings is out on a case, Ms. Lane. He won't be available for a couple of hours. I don't need a doctor, Jim. I feel fine. Now, look here, Claude Kent. You are going to be examined by a physician, and that's all there is to that. Well, I think Ms. Lane is right, Mr. Kent. I certainly am right. Now, look. All right, all right. I know that look in your eye, Lois. I'll go see my own doctor. Good. Get your hat and come on. You too, Jim. Well, now, wait a minute. I don't need a bodyguard. Jim and I are going with you, Clark, to make sure that you don't change your mind. Now, come on. Come along now. Oh, if Mr. White gets back before we do, will you tell him what happened? Mr. Miller? Yeah. All right, Miss Lane. I hope you'll be all right, Mr. Kent. I'm all right now. Be back soon. So long, Hank. So long, Jim. They're gone. Seven, four, three, seven nine. It worked. Kemp was affected again. He must be. Hello, Toyful. This is Miller. Listen. No names, you fool. I'm sorry, but. But listen, you are right. He is the man you thought, the one we want. Ah, you are positive? Yes. When I wore the vest, he wasn't affected. When I took it off, he became dazed and almost collapsed, just like he did yesterday. Good, sir. Good. That makes it much simpler. How are you getting along with him? Fine. I'm sure that he likes me and trust me, so does Jim Ollison. I said no names. Now, listen to me. The young one you just mentioned, the other one is very fond of him. If we can find a way of getting the young one to the beach house, I Don't know how I can do that. A story. A what? The promise of a big newspaper story. You are a reporter, are you not? Now, listen closely. This is what you are to do. You will go to your editor and tell him that you received. Now that Clark Kent and Superman are one in the same person, De Teufel gives the Atom man final instructions. We'll return in a moment to learn what happens. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. You know, one of the gang said the other day he can't figure out which is the most fun. When mom brings home some Kellogg's Pep. Eating big heaping bowls full of that super delicious Whole Wheat Flake cereal or finding out which prize is in the package. Those brand new comic buttons are sure making a big hit. First off, those pictures of your favorite funny sheet characters are so lifelike that, well, they look almost as if they could talk like Smiling Jack and Moon Mullins and Harold Heen and Superman, of course, who couldn't leave him out. And then there's the fun of collecting all 18 buttons, swapping duplicates with your friends and rounding out your whole collection. So how about asking mom to get you a package or two of Kellogg's Pep tomorrow? That's the only way you can get these dazzling new comic buttons. You don't buy them and you don't send in any money, not even a box. Stop. They're exclusive prizes in packages of Kellogg's Pet. Inside every package, there's one of these exciting new comic buttons or a military insignia or warplane button. So tell your mother you'd like plenty of Pee Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. It is just an hour since Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane accompanied Clark Kent to a doctor. And Henry Miller, the Atom man, received final instructions from Der Teufel. Now, as Jimmy returns to the Daily Planet City Room, Miller hails him. What's with Mr. Kent, Jim? Huh? Oh, the doctor couldn't find a thing wrong with him. He figured he might have eaten something that didn't agree with him. He made him promise to stay home and rest till tomorrow. I'm glad it's nothing serious. Well, let's go. Go where? Oh, I didn't tell you, did I? I got a tip on a big story after you left, and Mr. White said I could take you along. Come on, we gotta rush. Oh, a big story. What is it? I'll tell you on the way. I've got a car waiting. I didn't want to go without you. Well, gee, that's awful nice of you, hank. You and Mr. Ken have been swell to me and I appreciate it. Also, this is a pretty long ride and I like company. Especially your company. Gee whiz. Thanks. Unaware that his companion is the deadly Atom Man, Jimmy Olsen follows Henry Miller from the Daily Planet. Where is Miller taking the boy reporter? And what is the trap now being set for Superman? Der Teufel's carefully laid plans are rushing to a startling climax. And tomorrow, the Atom man and Superman meet face to face in a battle to the death. So don't miss tomorrow's tense, exciting episode. No matter what happens, it's the moment we've all been waiting for. 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. 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. Convinced that Clark Kent is Superman. Der Teufel, a brilliant half mad Nazi scientist. And Henry Miller, whom Torfel has transformed into an Atom man, able to destroy anything in his path, has begun their plot to conquer Superman and then the world. Posing as a young newspaperman, Miller secured a position as reporter on the Daily Planet where he made friends with Kent and Jimmy Olsen. During Kent's absence from the office, Miller told editor White that he had received a tip on a big story and received permission to follow the tip with Jimmy as We continue. Now, 40 miles north of Metropolis, Miller, the deadly Atom man, with the unsuspecting Jimmy at his side is driving a small roadster through lonely hilly country skirting the sea. It is mid afternoon. The sky is gray and overcast. Listen. Gosh, Hank, you're as bad as Mr. Kent. What do you mean, Jim? Well, he always acts mysterious too. You've been driving about an hour now and you still haven't told me what this big story is we're on. I was afraid if I did, you wouldn't want to go through with it. We May run into trouble. Yeah? What kind of trouble? I'll give you a hint. Who's the most dangerous man in the world? In the whole world? Gosh, I don't know. Hitler? No, he's probably dead. That Nazi scientist at Teufel? No, he's dead too. Is he sure? Didn't you hear about it? Mr. Kent got a cablegram from Germany this morning. Teufel blew himself up experimenting with a piece of kryptonite that was stolen from the Metropolis Museum. He did? He was. He was supposed to be trying to create an atom man. An atom man? Can you imagine anything so goofy? And you want to hear something else funny? Mr. Kent was scared to death that Teufel could do it. Ah, it's ridiculous. Oh, sure it is. But we couldn't make Mr. Kent see it. Does Kent still believe that nonsense about Teufel and an atom man? Well, he did up to this morning when he got the cablegram saying Teufel and the kryptonite were blown to kingdom come. Now he's like a new man. Ah, sure. Sharp curve coming up. Hang on. Look, we kind of got off the subject, Hank. You were gonna tell me what this big story is we're on. We didn't get off the subject. Well, sure we did. You said. I said our story was tied up with the most dangerous man in the world. And you guessed who that is. That's right. What? You're kidding. The Teufel is dead. The tip I got said he's very much alive and in a hideout somewhere around here. Around here? No, no, wait a minute. What? How? Take it easy, Jim. You'll have plenty of opportunity to get scared later. Later? Well, I'm scared right now. I mean, I'm excited. Listen, who told you Teufel is alive and hiding around here? A very good friend of mine who knows all about Teufel. Who? You'll find out. Let's see. We're 43 miles out. We ought to be coming to a small woods. There's a map in the glove compartment in front of you. Get it, will ya? It's drawn in a piece of paper. Okay. Well, I don't see any. Say, what's this, Hank? Why? Well, these gloves, they look sure they're made out of metal. Meshed metal. Put them back. What? I said put them back, you little punk. Hey, wait a minute. Who you calling a punk? Sorry, Jim. Those gloves happen to be very valuable to me. Never mind the map. There are the woods. Now, what are you blowing the horn for? The road's empty. This is where we're to meet, my friend. Hey, look out. Two men jumped out on the road. Those are my friends. They were waiting in the woods. Are you sure? They look pretty tough, especially the big guy in Overall. They're tough all right, as you'll find out. I'll find out who works. What do you mean? Ah, you have young Olson. Good, Miller. It was easy, huh? Say, who are you and how do you know me? Oh, you do not remember me, Olson? You and I. Ya and Ms. Lors Lane too. Spent quite a bit of time together about a year ago. What? You're toyful. You dyed your skin and you're wearing a black wig and mustache. But. But I know you. Bravo, Olson. And now. Hey, Hank, what is this? You said these were your friends. They certainly are very good friends. What? You look very stupid with your mouth open. Olson, if you will step out of the car, please, we shall go to a place where we can. I knew our acquaintance. What? Hey, now wait a minute. Give me a hand with him, Willie. Just leave him to me. Cut it out. Let go, I say, what's the idea? Hey, Hank. Donut. Oh, now I know you're with him. You dirty Nazi. Help. Help, you scummy snoid. And take him to the cabin, Billy. I will be there shortly. Okay, tiger. Shut up. Shut up, I said, or I'll let you have it. So far you've done well, Miller. Now we are ready for Superman. You have the mesh gloves in the throat converter? They're in the glove compartment, Goat. And Kent is at the Daily Planet? No, he's home. His doctor thought he needed a rest. Ah, he. You have his telephone number? Yes. You're sure that this will work, Toyfo? You have nothing to fear. You need only turn the switch on the converter and such atomic power will pour from your gloved fingers that Superman will be destroyed. I hope you're right, Teufel. I am always right. Go now. Drive to the beach house and make no mistakes. I won't. What'll I do after it's over? I will be there to tell you. All right. Goodbye, Toyfo. Leaving Detoitle standing in the road, Henry Miller, the atom man, drives rapidly away. A half hour later, Clark Kent's telephone rings. Hello? That you, Mr. Kent? Yes, this is Henry Miller. Listen, Jim Wilson and I came out here on a story. Yes, I know, the chief told me. Well, we ran into trouble. Bad trouble. What happened? Jim? Yes, what about Jim, he. Mr. Kent, you've got to do something. I wanted to call the police. But Jim insisted I call you. Tell me what's wrong. Where are you? I haven't time to tell you. They'll be back any moment. They. They said they're. They're going to shoot us. Where are you, Miller? At a beach house a few miles north of Grant Crossing. But you've got to harbor. All right, take it easy. Take it easy. A beach house north of Grant Crossing. Yes, I'll be there in a few minutes. A few minutes? It's 50 miles from Metropolis. Oh, I. Well, I'll contact Superman. You and Jim. Sit tight, Miller. Don't worry. Superman will be right out. Hanging up. Clark Kent swiftly resumes his true identity of Superman, never suspecting that he is being lured into a trap. A trap baited with Jimmy Olsen. A trap waiting to be sprung by the Atom Man. We'll return in a moment for the thrill packed climax of today's episode. But right now, here's a word from your announcer. Say, it's a big moment, isn't it, gang? When mom opens a package of Kellogg's pet. 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In a cabin set on a vast, lonely beach edged by a forest, Henry Miller, the Atom man, has just completed his phone call to Clark Kent. Now, swiftly, he straps a small square metal box around his throat directly over his jugular vein. This is the converter in which a tiny electronic tube at the turn of a switch will flash an impulse to the kryptonite in his blood and send atomic energy rushing to his fingertips from where it will emerge in an unbroken stream of terrible shattering power. Quickly then, he pulls on his meshed gloves of platinum and thorium throws a scarf around his neck and has just time to clasp his strangely gloved hands behind his back as a strong burst of wind is heard above the cavern. And then, a thud as of a giant dropping to Earth. A timeless moment. The door of the cabin is flung open and Superman, in blue costume and red cape, strides into the room. Miller, what happened? Where's Jim? Welcome, Superman. All right, never mind that. Where's Jim? I say. He's with Der Teufel. What? Der Teufel? Yes. What are you talking about? What's that on your throat? You'll see in a moment, Superman. Miller. Miller, what are you doing? What's that? That strange noise. And one of those gloves you're wearing. You'll see that in a moment too. They've got. What happened to your voice, Miller? You can stop calling me Miller from now on. Let me introduce myself. I am the Atom Man. No. No. Don't try to move. You're helpless now. No. Stand back. Don't come near me. Raising his weirdly gloved hands the Atom man slowly advances on the man of Steel who, helpless, stands rooted to the spot as all the miraculous strength in his massive superhuman muscles drains away. Step by step, the atomic monster in human form moves forward. Finally, he stops. His thin lips curl in a deadly smile. This is the end, Superman. In a moment, you'll die. Now. Now. Starved explosion. A blinding, white, hot flash that seems to leap from the Atom Man's meshed fingers. Jagged green sparks that strike against Superman's wilting body like miniature bolts of lightning. Is this the end? As the one and only survivor of the amazing civilization that once flourished on the planet Krypton finally met his master Superman, whose strength was beyond measure whose impenetrable skin turned back the sharpest steel whose unfailing devotion to truth and justice struck fear into the hearts of those who preyed on their fellow men. Has he become the victim of that strange, mysterious power? Atomic energy. The power that brought the warlords of Nippon to their knees? Has it now brought Superman to his knees, never to rise again? Fellows and girls, don't. Don't miss tomorrow's amazing episode. Nothing like this has ever happened before. So remember to tune in and tell all your friends to tune in tomorrow, same time, same station for the most exciting episode ever broadcast in 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. Now, the adventures of Superman. Convinced that Clark Kent is in reality, Superman, Der Teufel, a brilliant but unscrupulous Nazi scientist arranged for Henry Miller, whom he had transformed into an Atom man to meet and destroy the man of Steel. Using Jimmy Olsen as a decoy, Miller contrived to have Superman come to the boy's rescue. And when the man of Steel arrived at a lonely beach house where he expected to find Jimmy, he found instead Henry Miller transformed into the deadly Atom Man. Before Superman had a chance to take in the situation, the Atom man threw a switch on the electronic converter attached to his throat. And there was a blinding white flash as the atomic power of the kryptonite in his blood was released. Then jagged green sparks like miniature bolts of lightning leaped from the tips of his metal mesh gloves, striking Superman. The terrific charges of atomic energy sent him reeling, stunned, his great strength draining from his powerful muscles. And as we continue now, the Atom man, his gloved hands raised before him advances on his shocked and helpless victim. Listen. This is the end for you, Superman. No. The end. No. Never, never again will you interfere with our plans. Now Germany will rise from its ashes and enslave the world. No. Keep away from me. You're through. Finished. Keep away. My atomic power is destroying you. You're mad. Mellow. Stay away. Oh, I can't stand. Oh. The great Superman is on his knees. If only toy fo could see you now. Die, Superman. No. Die. Not me. I can't end it. Advancing to where Superman has fallen to his hands and knees, mortally stricken, the other man points the fingers of his meshed metal gloves and an unending chain of flashing jacket green sparks strike against the man of Steel's limp body. Die, Superman, Die. I can't. I. His head sinking, his eyes closing, Superman hears a voice. A voice that somehow breaks through the midst of his waning consciousness. A voice that calls to him desperately. You can't die now. You can't. All you ever fought for justice, the rights of man will be lost. Die, Superman. Die like a beaten. Stop. I can't stand anymore. I got to stand it. You must make one last effort. Get through the door to the beach outside. Oh, I can't. Why? My strength is gone. I. I can't. You must get outside, get away and recover your strength. Then tear that box from his throat. It controls his power. You must do it. Hurry. This is the end of you, Superman. Die. No. Somehow, from somewhere in his wracked, tortured body, Superman finds the strength to raise himself from his knees to stagger reeling like a drunken man through the open door to the beach. Enraged, the Atom man pursues him. You can't get away, you fool. You're finished. Finished, do you hear? Only a few more seconds and you're through. As the Atom man pursues the reeling man of Steel, the stream of jagged green death pouring from his meshed hands misses its mark, striking the beach and exploding a torrent of sand. High into the air, a huge crater opens up, and down into it tumble the man of Steel and the Atom man, where they tangle in mortal combat. Finish you? No. No. That mark on your throat, I must get it. His arms like lead, his fingers nump. The man of Steel paws at the converter on the Atom Man's throat almost reaches it. But the Atom man twists away, trips, turns, and is temporarily hidden from his prey by a deluge of sand which falls between and around them, forming a maze of small hills. And now, my chance. Get away before he finds me. Where are you? You can't escape. Where are you? Must get away. Must get drink back. Great chest heaving, his eyes burning like live coal, Superman drags himself up the sandy slope of the crater while the Atom man, seeking him wildly in the maze of dunes, points his hands this way and that, blasting fast new craters in the beach. Where are you, Superman? Curiously, the Atom man hunts for his prey, finally sees him staggering toward the forest. Shouting triumphantly, he races after him. Now. I got you. Stop, you fool. Stop. If I can reach the woods and lose it. Power again, the Atom man points his meshed hands toward the man of Steel, sending atomic lightning flashing into the forest beyond the beach, great trees twist as in a violent earthquake and hurtle skyward, trailing masses of white roofs like giant twisting snakes. One huge oak, flung high into the air, crashes down on the staggering figure of Superman, pinning him to the beach. He shudders, clasping the thick trunk lying across his chest. Minutes ago, he could have hurled it far out into the gray ocean like a toothpick, but now his Weakened hands only close over it, then fall away. Through dimming eyes, he can see the Atom man approaching one last convulsive heaven. The giant tree rolls a few scant inches, but not enough. Now the Atom man is closer. The eerie whine and crackling of the deadly atomic energy roaring in Superman's ears like some vast milestone sucking him down to a bottomless pit. Oh, I've got you, Super Superman. You can't escape again. This time you're finished. Ah, it's Toyful. Hurry, Toyful, hurry and see the end of Superman. Like a wolf closing in for the kill, the Toyfl races across the cratered blasted beach to the edge of the forest where, trapped under a giant tree, all the great strength gone from his once mighty muscles, Superman lies prone, his eyes closed against the shaking earth, while the Atom man hovers above him, jagged atomic lightning flashing from his meshed fingers, to strike and strike and strike again at the limp body of the man of Steel. We'll return again in a moment for the climax of today's episode. But first, here is your announcer. You know, gang, there are 18 different funny sheet characters in this brand new series of comic buttons that now come in packages of Kellogg's pet. So you'd better hop to it and collect them all. You'll want every single one of them. Superman and Uncle Walt and Periwinkle and all the rest. Because they're so doggone sharp looking and they're so easy to get, you don't send in a single penny, not even a box. Stop. Fact is, you can't buy these new comic buttons anywhere. They come only as prizes in packages of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's pet. So ask mom to get you a package or two of Pep tomorrow. Then see which prize you find inside one of these exciting new 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. As Superman lies helpless under the deadly atomic bombardment of the pitiless Atom Man, Jimmy Olsen is a prisoner in a shack in the woods nearby, guarded by Teutul's henchman Willie, an ox shouldered, broken nosed man in overalls. For several minutes they have heard explosions in the distance and the sounds of giant trees being uprooted and crashing to earth. Now they feel the floor and walls of the shack begin to shake. It's an earthquake or something. We've got to get out of here, mister. You mean I got it? Not you, Olson. What do you mean, I will. Call me to keep here till he got back. I ain't staying, but you are. See? I'm gonna lock this door. No, I can't. The shack is gonna cave in. Go on, get back in there. Look out, here comes the roof. Oh, the roof of the flimsy shack. Crashes down. A falling beam strikes Toyel's burly henchman on the back of the neck, felling him like an ox Ducking. Leaping wildly through the wreckage, Jimmy escapes into the forest, his heart pounding. He sees. Seeks some avenue of escape through the tall trees and underbrush. Spots a narrow, hardly perceptible trail and follows it. You can hear a dull rumbling all around him, increasing his fears. It's an earthquake. I. I gotta get out of here. I. I just gotta. Plunging onward, the boy reporter tops a small rise and finds himself out of the woods. Below him is the sandy beach, gashed and cratered as if two great armies had been fought over it. Beyond that, the sullen gray sea. Panting, Jimmy pauses to catch his breath. Then suddenly, a new sound cuts through the rumbling, drawing his attention to a scene on the beach below him. He stiffens, turns ghastly pale. It's Teufel and Miller. Something shooting out of Miller's hands. Big green sparks like. Like lightning. And they've got someone on the ground that they're killing him. I've got to get help. I've got to get help and quick. His hair standing on end, Jimmy Olsen wheels like a frightened deer and plunges back into the woods, his eyes wide with the horror of what he has seen. Onward he races, tripping, falling, picking himself up and plunging on through the forest, filled with that awesome rumbling. Meanwhile, on the lonely, devastated beach, the toy Paul looks on with pleasure as the Atom man continues to bombard the now unconscious body of Superman with the terrible unleashed power of atomic energy pouring from his meshed fingers like devil's pitchforks. Is Superman finished? Did Jimmy Olsen witness the end of the great man of steel? Have Der Teufel and his human monster, the Atom man, finally vanquished the heretofore unconquerable Superman? If they have, who now can stop Teufel in his mad plan to rule the world? There's a thrilling episode in store for all of us tomorrow, so don't miss it. Something startling occurs, something you can't possibly guess. So be with us. Same time, same station. Tune in and follow the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall building 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. Using Jimmy Olsen as bait, Henry Miller, in whose veins flows deadly atomic energy lured Superman to a lonely beach far from Metropolis. Wearing meshed metal gloves, Miller touched the switch on a converter at his throat, transforming himself into an Atom man from whose fingers poured a stream of terrible atomic power. After a titanic battle, Superman finally fell unconscious. And the Atom man, joined by Der Teufel, the half mad Nazi scientist who plans to rule the world, prepared to finish him. Meanwhile, escaping from the shack where he had been held prisoner, Jimmy saw the Atom man in action but failed to recognize that the unconscious figure on the beach was Superman. Horrified, Jimmy raced back through the night darkened woods in search of help. And as we continue now, he has come to a small clearing in which stands the log cabin of a trapper. Panting, he pounds on the DOOR Listen, take it easy. I'm coming. What's all the rush? Excuse me, I'm Jim Olsen. Can I. Can I use your phone? Ain't got no phone. Oh, golly, what'll I do? What's the matter? You look like you've been arrested. I gotta get. Get to a phone and call the police. Why? What happened? Gosh, it's terrible. Green sparks were shooting out of Miller's hands. Green sparks? Yes, like lightning. He was shooting them at some man on the ground and Teufeld was watching. Now, wait a minute. What is all this about? You sure you ain't dreaming, son? Oh, please, mister, don't waste any more time. I saw it, I tell you. Where? On the beach. It was all ripped up like an earthquake hit it. Big trees were knocked down. Oh, please, don't just stand there. The man might already be dead. Now somebody's dead. Listen, son, you'd better sit down and take a rest. I'm all right, I tell you. Look, here's my wallet. I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet. Let's see the wallet. Here, look at it. Hurry. Yeah, it does seem like You're a reporter? Of course I am. Please, mister, take me to a phone. Well, okay. Come on. I'll take it. Sam Tyler. He's game warden. See what he thinks about all this. He got a telephone? Yep, about a mile from here. Fell she as the reluctant trapper, leaves Jimmy Olsen through the woods. A few miles away, on the beach, the Atom man, commanded by Der Teufel, has turned the switch on the converter at his throat stopping the flow of atomic power through his metal gloved hands. His eyes blazing, he stands by impatiently as Teufel bends over the limp, motionless figure of Superman. All about is a scene of chaos. Great trees, ripped from the forest above the beach, split and blackened as if by lightning, lie all about in crazy profusion. The vast beach, from the gray sea to the edge of the forest is gashed and torn into deep trenches and craters. Almost as if it had sustained an artillery barrage. Only the wind and the low roar of surf break the silence of night as finally the Atom man steps forward impatiently and again speaking in the normal voice of Henry Miller. Well, Teufel, are you satisfied that he's dead? He is not dead. What? He must be. I tell you he is not. His heart still beats quite faintly, but it still beat. I said impossible. Why? That huge tree that lay across his legs, it's entirely disintegrated. But Superman still lives. What must me do to kill him? What? He can't be alive. Did you stop saying that, you fool? I tell you he still lives. See for yourself. Put your ear to his chest. I can't hear any heartbeat. Listen again. I still can't hear it. I tell you he's dead. He's stone dead. Now, come on, Toy, for we've got things to do. Big things. We can do nothing until Superman is dead. But he is. I say he is not. And he must die. He must. Everything depends on it, I tell you. Will you be quiet? Wait. I have my pistol. That will finish him. You're wasting your time. The bullets just bounce off his body. Yeah. They cannot penetite. What will we do? If you just listen to me. I listen to you? Are you out of your mind? It is you who must listen to me. Yes. I don't know about that. Then you had better know. Fool. Blockhead. Have you forgotten that it is I, Der Teufel, who gave you your great power? And that I, Der Teufel, can also take it away? Can you? Yeah, I can. Wait. Wait. We must not quarrel now. Together, the world is ours. But first, this tiny spark of Life which remains in Superman must be extended, extinguished. There must be a way. I tell you he's dead. But if it'll make you feel any better, I'll turn on the converter again. You must not. Why not? The atomic energy of the kryptonite in your blood can be exhausted. What's that? You have already consumed a great deal of it today and I cannot give you any more. My kryptonite can be exhausted? You didn't tell me that. I'm telling you now. That is why we must dispose of Superman permanently so that he cannot interfere with us. But if the kryptonite can be exhausted, how? In case the sight of Superman's dead body is not enough we need only one more demonstration of your power. We need only wipe out Metropolis and America and the rest of the world will surrender to us. But suppose that isn't enough. Suppose America and England and Russia won't surrender at once and I've exhausted the atomic power of the kryptonite. In that case, there's always the Scarlet Widow. The Scarlet Widow? Who is she? An arch criminal who owns the other three pieces of Krypton. She does? Yeah, she. Ah. I have it. Why? How to finish Superman? Oh, I will tell you. Despite his amazing powers, he is still a man, a human being. He requires food and drink. We will take him to the shack in the woods where Willie is guarding young Olsen. We will dispose of Olson and then we will keep Superman in a coma until he starves to death. That's ridiculous. It's a lot of needless trouble. I tell you, he's as dead as he'll ever be right now. I say he is not now listening toy for your crazy. I Crazy? How dare you speak to me that way. Your power has gone to your head. If you can't see that Superman is finished, you are crazy. And I'm taking matters into my own hands. Listen to me, you no toy for you. Listen to me. Superman is done for. And our next step is to destroy Metropolis then call on the world to surrender to us and to Germany. You dare to give me orders? I who gave you your power? Yes, you gave me my power. But I've got it now. And I intend to use use it as I see fit. I don't need you anymore. Toyvo. What? After all I have done for you, you dare to defy me? Yes. Keep your hand away from that gun. Now. Wait. You. You think I would shoot you, my atom man? I know you would. You shot my father. You murdered him in cold blood. No. That is a lie. It's the truth. General Bromberg told me. I've been waiting for this chance, Toyfl. But I didn't dare make a move. Because I needed you. But now I don't need you anymore. You do. You are helpless without me. And the kryptonite in your blood is exhausted. You told me where to get some more. Remember? The Scarlet Widow? Yes. And now you're going to die, Teufel. The same way Superman died. No. Don't touch that converter. Don't touch it. Too late, Torpo. It's building up. I'll shoot you out here. All right. This is the end for you. Throwing the switch on the converter at his throat, the Atom man raises his metal gloved hands toward Derteufel, who snatches his gun from his pocket. We'll return in a moment for the dramatic climax of today's episode. But first, here is your announcer. Yes, sir. The mothers of all the gang are sure being rushed for lots of Kellogg's Pet these days. Because, of course, it's such a super delicious Whole Heat Flake cereal. And because it's the prize package where you get those brand new, exciting comic buttons, all the fellas and girls are collecting real, true to life pictures of your favorite funny sheet characters. Like Uncle Walt and Skeezeeks and Orphan Annie and Superman, of course. Boy, those pictures are so doggone real, you'd think they were gonna talk. They're done up in full comic strip colors on bright white enameled buttons that really show up when you pin them on your jacket or dress or cap. What's more, these new comic buttons are easy as 1, 2, 3 to get. You don't send in any money, not even a box top. And you can't even buy them anywhere. All you do is to ask mom to get you a package or two of Kellogg's Pet. Because that's the easy way and the only way you can get your exclusive prize. Just look inside the package and see which prize you find. One of those exciting new comic buttons or a military insignia or warplane button. Remember, these swell prizes come only in packages of P. EP Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. On the lonely, ravaged beach. As Superman lies motionless on the ground, the Atoman and his former master, Derteufel, have quarreled violently. Drunk with his own power, the Atom man turned the switch on the converter at his throat, releasing the deadly atomic energy of the kryptonite in his blood. As Teufel snatched The pistol from his pocket. The Atom man raised his mesh gloved hands toward him. This is the end of you, toyful. Nine. Nine. That's all, Teuful. You're finished. Now we're even. Teufel. You killed my father. And I killed you. Now I have the power to rule the world. What's that? Sounds like police sirens coming this way. I'll stop them. No, no. Teufel said that I can exhaust the kryptonite. I'll have to be careful until I can get more. I'll just bury Superman in this hole and get away through the woods back to my tr. Now to cover him up. I don't want him found and the police warned what to expect till I'm ready. I'll let them find Teufel, though they'll think lightning killed them and knocked down all these trees. There, there. They'll never know Superman is under there. Just smooth it out a little. Here they come. Time for me to go. Goodbye, Superman. And goodbye to you too, Teufeld. Swiftly, the Atom man fades into the woods leaving the dead Teufel lying on the beach and Superman buried deep under the sand. The brilliant, half mad Nazi scientist has met his end at last. Destroyed by the deadly atomic monster he himself created in his frenzied dream of ruling the world. But has Superman too been destroyed? And is the Atom man free now to roam the world, destroy further? Fellows and girls, our story is far from over. There's much tense action and excitement ahead, so don't fail to listen. Monday, when events take a new and even more strange and startling turn. 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. 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 his 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.