← Down These Mean Streets (Old Time Radio Detectives)
Down These Mean Streets (Old Time Radio Detectives)
BONUS - Superman Summer: The Atom Man (Part 5)
02:08:44
It all comes down to this - the final fight between Superman and the Atom Man! The kryptonite-fueled Nazi agent threatens to wipe Metropolis off the map on his march toward world conquest. Can the Man of Steel defeat him and save the day? Find out in...
Loading summary
Transcript1 lines
- [00:00]
Narrator
This looks like a job for Superman. 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. Convinced it is necessary to eliminate Superman before attempting to control the world. Sidney, the cunning international spy who was in league with Henry Miller, the Nazi Atom man set a mortal trap for the man of Steel. Telling Kent, whom he suspects is Superman that he had discovered the double identity of the man of Steel Sidney invited him to his country house supposedly to examine some important documents. Suspicious, Kent had Sydney investigated but learned only that he was a successful retired businessman, as he claimed. After studying the house and grounds for hours, Kentucky. Kent, wearing a special plastic belt designed to indicate the presence of atomic energy finally rang the bell that evening. His fears gone, Sydney admitted him and led him to his study where, concealed in a closet lined with lead back mirrors which neither Superman's X ray vision nor kryptonite can penetrate waits the deadly Atom Man. The closet door is closed and Sidney motions Kent to an armchair only a few feet away. Listen, sit down. Sit down, Mr. Kent. I think you'll find that chair quite comfortable. Thank you. May I offer you a cigar or a cigarette? No, thanks. I don't smoke. Perhaps you'll have a drink. I go. Well, thank you. No. I don't drink either. I don't. Got any trouble for me, please? No trouble at all. No idea how delighted I am to have you here. You are? Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. You see, I lead a pretty lonely life since I retired from business. I have no family. I happen to have enough money for my needs. So I have nothing to occupy my time except my hobby. I see. Yes. I believe you said your hobby was Superman. Yes, that's right. And you know how a man with a hobby is. He likes to talk to others with the same interest. I. I imagine you and I know more about Superman than anyone else in the world. We do? Of course we do. I. Because I've given years of study and research the subject and you, for obvious reasons, I'm afraid I don't understand. Oh, come now, Ken. There's no need to be cagey with me. I told you that I discovered Superman's double identity, didn't I? I remember you mentioning it this morning. Yes, but you don't believe it. I didn't say that. But you meant it. Oh, no, I don't blame you. Hundreds of men richer than I, powerful men. Good and bad have tried to discover who Superman really is. I rather flatter myself that it was I who finally solved the mystery. If you have solved it. Of course I have. Of course. Took me a long time, a lot of work, but I solved it all right. Then I'll ask you the $64 question. Who is Superman? Why, you, of course. I naturally couldn't be anyone else, you know, I. So. So I'm Superman, eh? Well, you're certainly very flattering. I've investigated story after story in which both you and Superman were involved. Most of them written under your name, by the way. Oh, well, that doesn't prove anything. Perhaps not, but I, I, I've noticed a situation in almost every story which is the same each time. Just before Superman appear, you disappeared. And each time after Superman disappeared, you reappeared. Haven't you ever heard of coincidence? And a coincidence repeats itself time after time. It ceases to be a coincidence, Kent. And don't you think it's strange, to put it mildly, that while other members of your staff were seen with superman many times, you, who had more contact with him than anyone else, were never seen with him. Oh, you're sure about that? That I've never been seen with him? Oh, positive. I've got a filing cap in the closet here filled with stories that prove my point. Let me show you, though. No, no, no, don't bother. No bother at all. It'll be a pleasure. Well, it isn't necessary. Since I wrote the stories, I know what's in them. Sit down again, please. I, I want to tell you something. Huh? Ready to confess? No, no. Look, Sydney, hasn't it occurred to you that you're playing a pretty dangerous game? What do you mean? If Superman has another identity. He has. He's taken great pains to keep it secret. He's very powerful. He might resent your prying into his personal life. You can't frighten me, gent. I've told you, I made a long and careful study of Superman. He's honest, fair minded, always on the side of truth. He certainly wouldn't persecute me for telling the truth if it is the truth. Oh, it is, and you know it. Admit it, Ken. I'll admit nothing of the kind. You are a stubborn chap, aren't you? But I've got something in the closet that'll prove that I know what I'm talking about. Beyond the shadow of a doubt. No, wait, please. I've really waited long enough. Well, just a moment longer, please. Now sit down again. Well, what is it? I'm. I'm going to confess this much to you. Superman has taken me into his confidence now and then you might say. Really? Yes. And so I happen to know that right at this moment he's in great danger. A. Macy. What sort of danger is he in? Well, I can't tell you the details, but. Well, a certain person. A person more powerful than he is. A person more powerful than Superman? It's impossible. I tell you it isn't. This person is looking for Superman to destroy him and then destroy all civilization. Fantastic. Well, it may be, but it's true. Now, suppose you publish your report stating that I or anyone else is Superman. Just you. All right, all right. You say in print that I am. Don't you see that you're literally condemning me to death. Yeah, I hadn't told her that. Then think of it. Now, promise me to forget all this. Forget it? Well, keep it to yourself anyway. You're asking a great deal, Ken. Why. But I'll make a bargain with you. What's that? Admit that you're a Superman. No. Just. Just, just, just. Just to be in confidence. I deserve to know the truth after all the work I've done. In return, I'll promise not to reveal your secret. What do you say? No. I'll make do. Admit it. I got the proof right here. You're just wasting your time. I don't. Wait, wait, wait. Just a second, Kent. Great Scott. What's that noise? It's my belt. My detector. Your what? My detector belt. There's kryptonite around here. Atomic energy. But where? I can't see it. I'm beginning to feel it, but I can't see it. Staring about wildly, Clark Kent feels himself growing weak as the emanations of the kryptonite in the atom man's blood reach him through the slightly open closet door behind him. We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. But right now, let's stand by for a word from our announcer. Say, gang, here's something I noticed about those new comic buttons you're all collecting from packages of Kellogg's Pet. Maybe you've noticed it too, how every single one of those funny sheet characters looks a doggone happy. Yes, sir. You see, well, you probably noticed the big, wide grin on Harold Teen, haven't you? And Lilums and Smitty and Superman, of course. Why, even Orphan Annie's dog, Sandy has a smile on his face. Looks a real. He could bark hello any minute. Well, you see, these characters are straight from the funny papers. And they're done up in full comic strip colors. Brilliant red and blue and black on a gleaming white background. They really stand out when you pin them on your jacket or dress or cap. Yes, sir, you'll want to collect all 18 of these sturdy metal buttons. And you can easy as 1, 2, 3. Yet don't send in a single penny. Not even a box. Stop. Fact is, you can't buy these new comic buttons anywhere. All you do is to make sure mom gets you a good supply of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's Pep. Inside every package there's a colorful, exciting prize. One of these nifty new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. Remember, you get these swell prizes only in packages of pep Pep made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. Pretending that he wanted something in his lead lined clothes closet, Sidney opened the mirrored door a few inches at once. The special radar like belt Clark Kent wore sounded a high pitched warning as it instantly detected the presence of kryptonite in the bloodstream of the atom man who was in the closet. Dazed and frightened, Kent stares wildly about. There's kryptonite around here. But where? I can't see it. Did you say kryptonite, Kent? Yes, I can feel it. And my. My belt detects it. Where is it? You. You must be mistaken. There's no kryptonite here. There is, I tell you. Wait a minute. That closet. I can't see into it. You. Sydney, you tricked me. You must have. In there. Where are you going? Must get out of here. I must. Through that window. Up. Up. Where is strength going? I can't get up in the air. Up. Up the great Superman's wing. Cliff, he can't fly. Come out of the closet, Miller. Get out of here. We all right, Clark? Pin is Superman. Of course he is. Didn't I tell you, Miller? Yes, and this time you won't escape. No. Keep away from me. I must get away. He went through the window. It's all right. He's on his hands and knees. He can't get away. Come on. Through the window. After him. How could I get through a window? I'll use the back door. You go out and hold him a. I'll hold him, all right. Oh, Miller. Keep away. You got away from me once. But not this time. Time. When I turn the switch on the converter. Oh. There now. Superman alias car. You hear my atomic car? You feel the green lightning? This is the end of you. Triumphantly his eyes shining like a maniac's, the Atom man extends his strange metal gloves, laughing wildly as the jagged green sparks of lightning pitchfork into Clark Kent's body and strike him to the earth. Once before, Superman escaped death by a miracle at the fearful hands of the Atom Man. But this time, guided by the shrewd brain of Sidney, a fate has been prepared for him which he himself said was the only way in which he could ever be destroyed. Tomorrow, Superman's life hangs in the balance. So be sure to be with us then. Same time, same station, for a thrill a minute in the adventures of 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 look. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Discovering that Clark Kent is Superman and determined to eliminate him once and for all, Sidney, the international spy who controls Henry Miller, the Nazi Atom man, set a deadly trap for the man of Steel. Informing Kent that he had discovered Superman's true identity. Sidney persuaded Kent to come to his house in the country where Miller was hidden in a closet lined with lead, the one substance Superman's X ray vision and kryptonite cannot penetrate. When Sydney opened the closet door the emanations of the kryptonite in Miller's veins dazed and weakened. Kent attempting to escape. He crashed through a window but fell to his knees on the lawn outside. As we continue now in the darkness, the Atom man stands over Kent. Arms extended. Jagged green sparks like miniature lightning bolts leap from his metal gloved fingers to strike his crumpling pole. Listen. Say your prayers. This is the end for you and Superman. You get away this time. I'll finish you now. I'll finish you for good. Sydney, watch this. Stop wasting your atomic power. You let go of my arm. Get away from him. Fight him at the face of the skull and he'll lose consciousness. I'm going to kill him. You couldn't kill him before if you'd forgotten. W Pool, Miller, the whole world is if only you listen. Strike him at the back of the neck. Just make him lose consciousness and then we can finish him as we plan. For a moment the other man hesitates as the voice of reason slowly penetrates his murder crazed mind. And Clark Kent, struggling vainly as the great strength ends from his battered body, hears another voice, his own, speaking to him. Stop struggling. Pretend to lose consciousness before it's too late. That way you can find out what they're up to. It's your only chance. Turn that thing off. Why waste it, Miller? Do as I say. All right. Now you're using your head. Come on, give me a hand with him. Oh, I'm too weak. I got too excited. Jito. Yes, master? Come here. Come here. Imagine Superman lying at my feet. I never would have believed it. What are you gonna do with him? Carry him to the garage. The garage? Oh, you mean you're going to put him in the car and take him someplace? No. Now, Sidney, wait a minute. Now, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Tito. Yes, master. Take our friend Mr. Kent under the shoulders. You take his legs, Miller. Now wait a minute. Do as I say, Miller, and hurry. You're crazy if you're going to keep him in the garage. Ted might have told someone he was coming here tonight. When they discover he's missing, the police will come here to look for him. They won't find him. Now, carry him to the garage. Why won't they find him? Don't you think they'll search the garage? Of course they will. But I still say they won't find him. Now save your breath and I'll show you what I mean in a moment. Sometimes I can't figure you out. Many wiser men than you have said the same thing. That's why, Jito. That is correct. All right, here we are. Now we can side with him. Set him down. Now close the door, Jito, and turn on the light. Yes, Master. I still don't see what you're up to. Patience, Miller. Remember I advised you to cultivate more patience. It's a wonderful tra. I can do without the lectures, Master. Shall I open it now? If you please, Ito. Open what? You'll see. What's that? The floor is open. One of the concrete sections is set in a steel frame which is on rollers. What's down there? A comfortably furnished, air conditioned room. Look down and you'll see it. Say, that's not a bad hideaway. That's a slight understatement. It's an excellent hideaway and a perfect place for our purpose. Now, if you and Gito will carry him down the steps. Okay. Come on, Gito. Yes, sir. I'll put the light on down here. Careful on those steps, Miller. They're all as deep. Yeah, this brute is heavy. He'll be a lot lighter in a month. I'll drop him on the floor near the bunker. All right, Let him go, Tito. I never thought I'd see the day when the great Superman was dragged about like a sack of potatoes. Look at him going back to the house. He's done. Remove all traces of our visit. Just in case some of his newspaper friends or the police drop around. Straighten the study. Rub all the furniture to remove his fingerprints. And the front door knob, too. Yes, master. I'll put a new pane of glass in the window. Yes, master. If a car comes into the driveway, let me know at once. Yes, master. You think of everything, don't you, Sidney? Attention to details, no matter how trivial they seem, is the secret of my success. Now. Now I'll close the panel above us and we'll be warm and comfortable. Here we are. You won't mind if I turn the radio on, will you? Do as you please. Oh, I hate dance orchestras. Does my heart good to see Superman lying there helpless. You'll find magazines and books on a shelf, Miller. Or if you prefer to go to bed, it's your bunk next to our friend. You mean I'm going to sleep down here? Of course you are, and eat and drink too. Gito will bring us our meals. You'll find him an excellent cook. What's the idea? Well, you ought to be able to figure that out for yourself. Clark Kent or Superman is unconscious, but he isn't dead yet. Would be just too bad if he regained consciousness when you weren't here. Yeah, but I don't want to be cooped up in this underground room. Gitot can watch him or you. If he starts to recover, call me and I'll knock him out again. We can't take chances like that. Oh, that's lovely music. Besides, I don't want you using up your atomic power knocking him out. The way I look at it, you're close to him at all times. A kryptonite in your veins may be enough to keep him unconscious. Shouldn't take any more than a month or two to finish him. A month or two? That's all. Strong man can live a month or more without food. But few of them can live that long without water. Of course, Superman's no ordinary man. It may take two months to starve him to death. But Sidney. Oh, stop fretting, Miller. What's a month or two of mild discomfort when we are playing for such high stakes? Once Superman is out of the way, nothing could stop us. We only have to threaten to destroy a large city or any part of it. And they'll pay us anything we ask. Anything. The world is ours, Miller, now that we've found a way to finish Superman. Prone on the floor, conscious but unable to move Clark into his. Superman feels his blood run cold as he realizes at last the fate in store for him. Desperately, a voice his own speaks to him. They've thought of the one way, the only way you can be destroyed. What will you do? What can you do? Desperately, Kent. Minds races trying to figure some way out of his seemingly hopeless position. We'll return in a moment for the climax of today's episode. But first, your announcer. You know, gang, if Superman or Orphan Annie or Skeezics could walk right out of the funny papers and into your living room, they couldn't seem any more real than they do on those swell new comic buttons you're all collecting from packages of Kellogg's Pet. Why, Superman is a doggone lifelike with his bright blue jersey and flying red cape. Seems as if any minute he's going to say up, up and away. Why, it's no end of fun to trade duplicates with your pals and try to be the first in your gang to collect all 18 different buttons. And the best part is you don't have to send in a single penny for these slick looking buttons. Not even a box. Stop. You can't even buy them anywhere. They come only in packages of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's Pep. So how's about asking mom to get you some Pep tomorrow then see which prize you find inside one of these exciting new comic buttons. Or a military insignia or warplane button. Remember, that's P E P Pet made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. Three hours have passed since Clark Kent was trapped by Sidney and the Atom Man, Henry Miller and brought to the hideout under Sidney's garage. He lies helpless, his eyes closed, feigning unconsciousness at the foot of Henry Miller's bunk. Sidney seems content with his inactivity. He reads the newspapers, listens to the radio, eats almost constantly. But Miller, the Atom man, becomes more and more restless and paces the floor nervously. For heaven's sake, must you have that confounded Radio on all the time, Sidney. I like music. It's very, very soothing. It doesn't soothe me. It's driving me crazy. This place is driving me crazy. Cooped up here hour after hour. I can't stand it. Control yourself, Miller. If you tell me that once more, Sidney, I will do nothing. Now sit down. I'm sick of reading anyhow. I don't like to read. I'm a man of action. Now, look. Kent hasn't stirred a finger for three hours since we brought him down here. Why can't I take a walk around the ground? You know why. I believe the kryptonite in your veins keeps him unconscious. Even he might come to if you leave. All you have to do is to call out, I'll be nearby. I told you, we can't take that chance. He might. Might get away in a couple of minutes. That he took you to return. It's ridiculous. You can see for your selfies in a column. That's the way we're going to keep him until he dies of starvation. Now behave yourself. Learn discipline. Look at me. I'm not ready. You. You're so lazy. You don't want to move. Well, I've got to keep going. I've got to do things I always did. And now, since the kryptonite was injected into me, it's worse. Maybe that's what makes me so nervous. Control yourself. There you go again. I can't stand it. I tell you. You will. Stand it and light it. No, Sidious, I said you will. You're playing for the future of Germany. I. For the only thing I love in the world. Money. You're not going to spoil it for either of us. Now sit down. Sit down, I said. Sullenly, the Atom man bows to the stronger will of the sinister. Sydney snatches a newspaper and sits down. And Clark Kent's last hope that the Atom man will leave the underground hideout flickers and dies. Now what will happen? Don't miss tomorrow's exciting episode. Fellows and girls. When something unexpected takes place, 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 boundary. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Cubbles 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 of 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. Suspecting the truth that Clark Kent is Superman a cunning international spy known only as Sydney arranged for Kent to come to his country house in a closet lined with lead, the one substance Superman's X ray vision cannot penetrate. Henry Miller, the Deadly Atom man waited. When Sidney, conversing with Kent, opened the closet door the effect of the kryptonite solution in Miller's veins overpowered Kentucky. Convinced that the Daily Planet reporter and Superman were one and the same person, Sidney and Miller removed him to a secret hideout under the garage where they planned to keep him in a coma until he either starved to death or died of thirst. As we continue now, three days have gone by during which time, of course, Kent has been missing from the offices of the Daily Planet. Worried, Jimmy Olsen, Candy Myers, a private detective, are searching his Metropolis apartment. Listen, we've already gone through Mr. Kent's apartment, Candy, and so have the police. We're just wasting time. You got any better ideas, Jim? Well, no. Okay, let's go back to the beginning. You saw him last. I've already told you about that. Tell me again and don't leave anything out. Not anything. Well, it was three days ago, or nights rather. Mr. Kent got back to the office about 7:30. Did he say where he'd been? No, he just asked me what Inspector Henderson and you had found out about that Mr. Sidney? Yeah, I told him and he seemed kind of relieved. Then he said he had an appointment so he couldn't have dinner with me. I went out and, well, that's the last time I ever saw him. You're sure he didn't say where his appointment was? I'm positive. And he wasn't working on any special story? No, he'd been sick. He just got back from Florida that very day. Yeah, I know. Had anyone been looking for him while he was gone? Just Dr. Millicent, the scientist. But I told you an Inspector Henderson about that. Yeah, Millicent said he hadn't seen Kent. See, now, after he got back from Florida, as far as you know, the only person he saw was Sidney. Uh huh. And When Sidney left, Mr. Kent got all excited. He told me to have Inspector Henderson shoot a fingerprint man right over and for me to call you. Then he rushed out and he didn't get Back until half past seven. I wonder why he was so interested in Sidney. I don't know. But considering how relieved he was when I told him what you'd found out, that Sidney was just a respectable retired businessman. I figure he must have mistaken Sidney for somebody else. Could be. I'll check. Maybe they got some more dope. Who? Dope about what? My office mount Sidney. I told him to keep digging. What for? Even the FBI gave him a clean bill of help. So what? You can't lose anything by tri. Oh, hello, Mary. Put Eddie on. Oh, I see. Uh huh. Did he come up with anything on that Sidney character? Yeah, yeah, I'll hold on. Anything doing? Candy? Yeah, she's checking. The guy I put on the case is out. Yeah, yeah, go ahead, Mary. What's that? Give me that again. Wow, that sounds good. Tell him to stay on and I'll check with you later. Okay. So long. What'd they find out? The Justice Department just slapped one of those show cause where you shouldn't be. Closed up papers on the Metropolis Import Glass Company. That's the outfit our friend Sydney was tied up with. The Justice Department found out they were hooked up with a big German outfit. Gee. Wait. Come on, Jim. Where? I want to have a talk with Sidney. Maybe he's not the nice respectable party he makes himself out to be. Maybe he's a big shot Nazi. Huh. And Mr. Kent found it out? Can be. Where's that automatic elevator? I never can tell the door from the apartment. It's right over here. Yeah, and the elevator's waiting for us. Good. Come on. Push the lobby button. Okay. Keep your fingers crossed, Jim. I got a hunch we're on the right track. Closer to the truth than they realize. Jimmy and Candy Myers leave the apartment building and step into the private detective's car. A short time later, in the secret cellar under his garage, Sidney kneels on the floor next to the motionless figure of Superman, who in Clark Kent's clothing, his eyes closed, still retains consciousness but is unable to move a muscle under the weakening spell of the kryptonite in the Atom Man's blood. Across the small room, a radio plays symphonic music. Miller, the Atom man, nervous and jumpy, paces the floor. Suddenly he stops and his thin lips curl in an ugly snarl. Isn't he dead yet, Sidney? No, his pulse is weaker and he's lost weight, as you can see. But takes longer than three days to starve a man to death. And this is no ordinary man. Has it only been three days? It seems like three years. Cooped up in this rat hole. How long is it going to take? I told you. A month, perhaps two. I can't stand it that long. I'll go crazy. I'm a man of action. I've got to be doing things. I was always like that, and now it's worse. The kryptonite in my blood makes me nervous. Soon you will be doing things, Bigfee. Sure, but when? As soon as our friend here breathes his last. I'll make him breathe his last. I'll turn on my atomic power. Oh, no, you fool. How many times must I tell you? There's no more kryptonite. How do you expect to accomplish your ambitious desire if you exhaust all your atomic power on Superman? I guess you're right. Of course I am. Sit down. Now, control yourself. I could just take a walk around the ground. No. You gotta be here every second to make sure Ken doesn't regain consciousness. Now sit down. Relax. It's only Gito telephoning from the house. For heaven's sake, compose yourself. Yes, Gito? Yes? Two gentlemen here wish to see you, master. Who are they? One young newspaper reporter named Olson. Olson? Jim Olson here? Quiet, quiet. Other name, Candy Miles, he will say, but I think he. Police, master. I see. Tell them I'll be there shortly. Cheeto. What's Olson doing here? What's he want? What is it? Tell me. Stop. Stop. Stop trembling. Beginning to make me nervous. It's a routine call, I imagine. Just as we had from the police. Now Kent's disappeared, and I suppose they're checking on everyone who had contact with him lately. They'll find nothing here. Where are you going? To speak to them, of course. But don't worry. They don't have the least suspicion of me. Slide the floor panel shut as soon as you hear me, leave the garage. I'll be back shortly. Confidently, Sidney waddles up the steps through this opening panel in the garage floor, unaware that he is under suspicion. What will this newest development lead to? We'll return in a moment for the dramatic climax of today's episode. But first, your announcer. You know, I was mighty proud of my pal Eddie the other day. He handled a rather tough problem in a mighty swell way. Here's how it happened. Eddie met up with a new kid, young fellow who just moved in our neighborhood. And the minute this kid saw Eddie's collection of comic buttons from packages of Kellogg's Pep, he wanted them. Of course, Eddie didn't want to hurt his feelings. And yet Eddie wanted to keep right on wearing his Comic buttons pinned on his jacket. So you know what he did? He gave up two of them. And that was mighty generous. Then he explained how easy it is to get these swell buttons. And he offered to help the new kid get going on his own collection by trading Duplic with him. Well, I thought that was mighty swell. Because any fellow or girl has a right to be proud of his collection because these buttons are so doggone good looking. Of course, any fellow or girl can collect all 18 different buttons too. Easy as anything. You don't have to send in any money, not even a box. Stop. All you do is to ask mom to get you some of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's Pep. Inside every package there's a thrilling prize. One of these smart looking new comic buttons with or a military insignia or warplane button. Get your prize gang from be Pep. Made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman. In the drawing room of his rambling stone and timbered house, Sidney, suave and at ease, sits comfortably on a couch opposite Jimmy Olsen and a hard eyed candy Myers. Yes, yes, I read of Clark Kent's disappearance. I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen. I only met him once, but I liked him immensely. He's the swellest guy who ever lived. Just a moment, Jim. Mr. Sydney, you say you only met Kent once? That's right, Mr. Myers. Two, no, three days ago I think it was. I called on him at the Daily Planet. What for, if you don't mind telling us. Not at all. You. You see, I'm. I've retired from business and I have a lot of time on my hands. You see, I've no family or any other occupations to fill my time. So as a hobby I developed an interest in Superman. Superman? Yes, yes, young man. Fascinating chap, Superman, don't you think? Go on, Mr. Sidney. What's that got to do with Kent? Why, I noticed that the Planet wrote more about Superman than any other paper. And Kent had written many of the stories. So I thought it might be interesting if he and I compared notes, so to speak. He didn't make a date with you? No, as a matter of fact I suggested it. But he said he had a previous engagement. I do hope nothing's happened to him. Hold it, Jim. You and Kent didn't talk about anything else, Mr. Sidney? Just Superman? No, not that I remember. My visit was quite brief. He didn't happen to mention anything about your Nazi connections? My what? You know what. A little matter concerning your glass company being tied up with a Nazi firm. Oh, oh, that. Yes, that we think, Kim. What about that, Sydney? Well, as a matter of fact, that was the very reason I withdrew from the firm when I did. But they were making the connection with the Nazis then. It was just before the war. And as an American citizen, I disapprove. When they ignored me, I resigned. And as for Mr. Kent, I haven't seen him since that day in his office. Now, does that answer all your questions? Yes, I guess it does. Come on, Jim. Sorry to have trouble you, Mr. Sydney. Yeah. So long. Goodbye, gentlemen. And believe me, believe me, I'm terribly sorry. I can't help you. I'll show you to the door. If you'll just come this way. Discouraged and heavy hearted, Candy Myers and Jimmy Olsen leave the suave Sidney's house unaware that Clark Kent lies helpless almost beneath their very feet. And in the secret cellar, aware that his friends are leaving, Kent strains to give some sign to them, to call out to them. But the frantic words never reach his lips, crying out only in his mind. Jim. Candy, don't go. I'm here in a secret room under the garage. Don't go. It's not just my life that's at stake. It's all the civilized world. Don't go. You're my last hope. Candy. Jim, help me. Candy. Desperately, the man of Steel strains to make himself heard, to move. But he cannot. And a moment later, he dimly hears a car drive off. And he knows he has been left to his doom. Is Superman doomed? Is his last hope of life gone? Tomorrow, something startling occurs, fellows and girls. Something you won't want to miss. So tune in then, same time, same station for another thrilling episode in the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single boundary. 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 publication. 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 trapped by the Atom man and his sinister ally, the fat man known only as Sidney. Both of whom are aware he is Superman and planned to starve him to death. Clark Kent lies in a secret cellar under the garage of Sydney's secluded country house for three days and nights, unable to move because of the presence of Henry Miller, the atom man in whose veins runs the deadly kryptonite. Kent still retains consciousness, but grows weaker and weaker. Desperately, he tried to call out to Jimmy Olsen and private detective Candy Myers, who came to the house in search of him, but was unable to force any sound past his lips. As we continue now, Sidney has just returned to the cellar. The atom man, his nerves near the breaking point, snaps a question at him. Well, what happened? Oh, relax, my friend, relax. What did they want? What were they looking for? They were looking for car Kent. Of course. That means they're suspicious. They know Kent came here. When was it? Three nights ago? No, they don't. They must, or else they wouldn't have come here. I don't like this, Sydney. I'm getting out. Oh, sit down. Sit down and relax. Nothing to worry about. There. They've gone. They'll come back. They'll bring more cops. I've got to get out of here. Oh, don't be afraid, fool, Miller. I said there's nothing to worry about. They have no way of knowing the Kent is here. They don't even know he had an appointment with me the night he disappeared. Now, why did they come here? My dear fellow, their friend is missing. They're doing everything they can to find him. Olson knew that I'd called on Kent the day he disappeared. So naturally they wanted to talk to me, one of the last persons who'd seen him. I adore you. They're now convinced of my complete innocence in the affair. Maybe not. Olson is young, but he's smart. Oh, believe me, he's not half as smart as I am. Now, sit down and compose yourself. Here, I brought you the evening papers. You can read all about the latest sensation, the mysterious disappearance of Clark Kent. I'm sick of reading. I never like to read anyhow. I want to do things. I've got to do things. Can't stand being cooped up in here hour after hour, day after day. Oh, now, now, Henry, control yourself. If you say that just once more. All right, all right, all right. Let's see how our friend Mr. Ken's getting along. To think that this is the great and powerful superman. The undefeatable Superman. His pulse is definitely weaker. He's losing weight. I don't think he'll last very much longer. He's lasted too long already. I can't stand the Sight of him or of you either. Evidently, the kryptonite in your blood is making you nervous. Now read your papers. Now turn on the radio. No, I don't want to hear any more of that news. But I do. Frankly, I find it more enjoyable than your stupid conversation. You're going to say that once too. Listen to their disgusting jazz music. When Superman's dead and we are giving orders to the world, I'll have all dance orchestras abolished. Yeah, that's better. The swine must be stopped. Who must be stopped? Look, look, it's in the paper. The Allies have blown up four or more of our largest factories. Oh, now, now, stop exciting yourself. And another thing. Beginning the trials of our leaders. Goering, von Ribbentrop, Keitel, von Papen. Our greatest heroes on trial for their lives. Like common criminals. They weren't smart enough. They held out too long. They should have gotten rid of Hitler and made peace. Then they'd still have their freedom and their money. Ah, it's getting late. Why don't you go to bed? I'm not sleepy. I'm never sleepy anymore. I need exercise. Fresh air and exercise. This room's air conditioned. It's too small. It's closed in. I'm like a lion in a cage. Look, Sydney, if I went outside and walked for just 10 minutes, I'd feel. No. Suppose Kent regained consciousness while you were out? He won't. Look how still he is, like he's dead. You thought he was dead when you buried him on the beach that time, but he revived. Now you won't stir from this room until Kent breathes his last and it's final. I could kill you very easily, you know. Oh, yes, yes. But you won't. I'm much too valuable to you. You've no brains and you know it. You need me to direct you. That's what you think. We interrupt this broadcast and bring you an important announcement. Shut the radio. There is still no news of Clark Kent's star. Reported by the Metropolis Daily Planet. Who disappeared mysteriously three days ago. Quite right, my friend. Late this afternoon, Harry White, editor of the Planet, announced that he has increased the reward to $25,000 for any information leading to the discovery of Kent's whereabouts. We will continue to interrupt all programs to bring you any further developments. We now return you to the evening hour of Immortal Music. Wouldn't Barry White be surprised if he knew he was offering a reward for Superman? I don't like this, Sydney. $25,000 is a lot of money. Everyone will be looking for Kent Police, Private detectives. They'll come snooping around me. Let them come. What good would he do them? They couldn't find this hideout in a hundred years. Now, for heaven's sake, sir, stop writing and fidgeting. Let me read my paper and you read yours. Dirty fat swine. Sit in here. Oh, now what? Listen to this. Listen. It says, a group of American scientists believe that they will soon have a defense against atomic energy. It'll take a long time. How do you know it will? Well, everyone knows it took years to make the first atomic bomb. Even after they'd learned how to split the atom. It'll take years more to fight a defense against. Maybe not. They might find it any day, any hour. Then where will I be? You're worrying about nothing. Am I? Suppose it happened while I'm sitting here in your rotten cellar waiting for Kent to die. Then it'll be too late. Instead of my being able to destroy Germany's enemies, they'll destroy me. I tell you, you're worrying about nothing. Kent will be dead in a few weeks. You're not sure of that. He's Superman, you know. Maybe he'll last for months. For a year. Ah, ridiculous. No man can live without food and water for long. No man can fly either, or move mountains, or withstand atomic energy. But he can. I made up my mind, Sydney. I'm getting out of here tonight. Oh, no, we are not. I am. It's too risky to stay here any longer. I've got to make use of my atomic power before they find a defense against it. What about Superman? It took him days to revive after our last fight. Now we've been starving him and it'll take him longer to revive if he does. By that time, I'll have conquered the world. And then, if he dares to meet me again, let him. Where's the button that opens the ceiling panel? Here. Don't touch it, my lads. Try and stop me. Don't touch that button or I'll shoot. What? One step more, Miller, and you are a dead man. Whirling about furiously, the atom man stops short at the sight of the snub nosed pistol in Sydney's pudgy hand. Conscious but helpless, Superman waits tensely. If the atom man dies, Superman may still live. We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. But right now, let's hear from our announcer. Fellas and girls, I'm sure that if I ask you, you could tell me dozens of things that Thanksgiving Day stands for, like the courage of the Pilgrims and their happiness at finding a free land to live in. But I wonder, have you stopped to think of how many millions of things you have to be grateful for on Thanksgiving Day or any other day of the year here in America? We have warm, comfortable homes and clothes. We have good things to eat. We have games and sports and friends. So many things that we just take for granted which young people in other countries are having to do without. Yes, gang, it's a good country we live in and it's a good life we live in it. That's what we mean by Thanksgiving. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. In the secret cellar where Clark Kent lies helpless, chained by the power of the kryptonite in Henry Miller's veins. The Atom man and his sinister ally Sidney have clashed. Attempting to leave the hideout, Miller was stopped by the threat of a pistol in Sydney's hand. One step more, Miller, and I'll shoot. You wouldn't dare. Wouldn't I? I'm playing for millions, not Dennis. You think I let a stupid hot headed young fool like you cheat me out of it? Now get into that bunk and go to sleep. You're not leaving here until Kent is dead. I said get into that bunk. All right, you win this time. You'll find that I win every time. Aren't you going to sleep? Perhaps, perhaps not. Turn the radio off. I can't sleep with that music playing. Well, now you're talking sense. I always talk sense. Yes, yes. You'd ruin everything if not for me. You'd exhaust your power on Superman the way you did the last time. And then where would you be? Maybe you're right. Of course I'm right. Now go to sleep. Go on, go to sleep. Remember, in case you get any more stupid ideas, that I'll be watching you and I can shoot the head off a match at 40 bases. It won't happen again. Good night. Good night. Climbing into the bunk, Henry Miller lies on his back in the shadows, his eyes almost closed. Across the room, Sidney sits wedged in a chair, an open book on his fat knees. The snub nosed pistol on the table at his elbow. Occasionally, as he turns a page, his sharp little eyes in their deep pouches turn toward the Atom Man. All is silent, save for the ticking of a clock on the shelf. A half hour passes. An hour, and Sidney's head nods toward his chest. There is a stealthy movement in the bunk and Sydney's head comes up sharply. His hand reaches for the pistol. For a long moment, Sidney's sharp little eyes Watch the bunk in the shadows. Then, once again, he picks up the book and forces himself to read. Five minutes pass. Ten. His head nods. Shortly his eyes close, and soon his deep breathing indicates he is asleep. Relaxed, the book drops from his knees to the floor without disturbing him. For a time, there is no sound in the room except Sydney's heavy breathing, rhythmic ticking of the clock. Then suddenly, Miller. The Atom man, slowly, with infinite care, places first one foot and then the other on the floor. In the half darkness, his eyes gleam like a jungle cat's as he takes one cautious step and then another toward the sleeping Sidney, half stumbling over the body of Clark Kent. He stands frozen, his eyes pinned on the sleeping fat man. Sidney stirs, but does not awaken it again. The Atom man resumes his slow, silent inching across the room, his progress noted tensely by Kent realizes that the next few seconds will determine whether he, Superman, lives or dies only a few feet from his fatal eye. Now the Atom man coils himself to spring, and in that moment, Sidney lifts his head, his eyes open, and he snatches for his revolver. Oh, no, you don't. Curiously, Sidney and the Atom man tangle, overturning the chair and crashing to the floor. This is a battle to the death with Superman's life hanging in the balance. Don't fail to delicious cereal present the adventures of Superman. The adventure of the speeding bullet. Superman. Faster than a beating bullet. Than a locomotive. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to le tall buildings at a single bound. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. It's a plane. It's Superman. In a cellar under the garage. Be sure to follow the advent of power. Man is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman. Alarmed by a newspaper that scientists were working on a defense against atomic power, Miller attempted to leave the hideout. Sidney stopped him at gunpoint. But that night, when the fat man dozed, Miller attacked him. The two conspirators grappled, and as we continue now, the younger, stronger Miller has kicked Sidney's gun across the room and clasped the electronic converter around his throat, which transforms him into an Atom Man. As the horrified Sidney staggers to his feet, Miller, a maniacal smile curling his thin lips, pulls on his strange meshed metal gloves. Listen now, Sidney. Now tell me who's master. Take that converter off, Miller. I like to see your fat body shake with fear. No, no, no. You need me. You can't do without me. What do I need you? For you, Fat. Miller. Miller. Go on and beg for your life. Sidney. I've waited a long time for this moment. No, I'm just trying to show you that you can't afford to do away with me. You've forgotten about Clark Kent. Forgotten that he's Superman. He'll regain consciousness when you leave and come after you. Even if he recovers, he can't stand up against my atomic power. But he could make you exhaust all your power on him as he did that time on the beach. Then what do you do? I'll have to take that chance. I can't stay here until he dies of starvation. It might take months. And in that time, those American scientists may perfect their defense against atomic power. But if you work with me, you won't have to fear the American scientists or Superman either. Why not? Because I know where there's more kryptonite. What? More kryptonite? Yes. So even if you're forced to destroy a dozen cities it is. And fight Superman again, you'll still have all the atomic power you need. You're lying to try to save your skin. No, no, no, no, no. I'm telling you the truth because I have to. The Scarlet Widow cut up the original Kryptonite fragment into four pieces. Four? Yes. Teufel stole one piece, which your father dissolved in Germany and injected into your veins. And you bought the second piece from the Widow, which is dissolved and in my. That's all there is. You said so when you got it. I tell you, there are two other pieces. You're lying. It's the truth. I can prove it. You can prove it? Then where are they? Oh, no, my friend. I'm not so stupid as to tell you now. You'd finish me off, then get the Kryptonite yourself. Take off that converter and those gloves and we'll do business again. You must really think I'm a fool. Even if there is more Kryptonite. There is. There are two pieces of it. I don't believe it. But even if there is. Enough. I let you live. You wouldn't get it for me, of course. I. Oh, no. I know what's in that twisted brain of yours, Sidney. You're afraid of me now, so the first chance you got, you'd kill me, steal my converter and gloves and inject the Kryptonite into someone else. Someone you could control. You're wrong. I wouldn't do anything like that. No, no, don't back up to that gun. I'm not. You've got to listen to me, Miller, don't. Back up, I said. All right, Miller, all right. I just wanted to get to this. Drop that phone. Take off your gloves first. Quick, or I'll have Gito call the police. They'll surround the place and shoot you. They will, eh? Don't. No, no, no. Don't touch the converter. Yes, must. I've already thrown the switch. Can't you tell by my voice? In a moment, Cindy, when my atomic power builds up. No, no. Don't bear a dog, please. Here. For the love of Helm. Something is wrong. Master, I'm ready. Here comes the Green Lightning. Goodbye, Sydney. No, please, Please. That's the end of him. There. No use wasting my power. Now to get out of here. Let's see. I want the officer's cap and the overcoat. It was nice of Sydney to produce the coat. And to dye my hair. There, I'm ready. See? My panel is opening. Master, what's wrong? It's Jito. I better take care of him. Master. Master. Master. What happened? Oh, you killed Master. I fixed it. That knife won't help you. Say your prayers, Cheeto. That is Tito. Now I'll give Ken a little more atomic power to make sure that he can't interfere with me tonight. There. Now I can go. Goodbye, Sydney. Goodbye, Superman. Happy dreams. I'll fix things so you won't be disturbed. Laughing triumphantly, the Atom man throws a hidden switch and watches a heavy concrete section of the garage floor slide closed, entombing the unconscious Superman with the bodies of Sidney and Jito. Then, stepping into Sydney's black sedan, he drives swiftly to Highway 33 leading to Metropolis. We'll return in a moment for the dramatic climax of today's episode. But right now, let's hear from our announcer. Say, I'll bet you're having a good time on your holiday from school, gang. And I'll bet you're having a swell time working on your collection of those new comic buttons that come in packages of Kellogg's Pet. Aren't those buttons a knockout? Bright, sparkling comic strip colors on sturdy metal enamel, clear white. So that the pictures of your favorite funny sheet friends stand out like anything. Take Orphan Annie's dog, Sandy, for instance. Boy, he looks so real he could bark. Or Smokey Stover in his fireman's cap and uniform. Or Superman himself with his bright red cape flying in the wind. Why, these buttons look as natural as the characters themselves. And what fun it is to add to your collection by swapping duplicates with your friends to compare notes on who has collected the most. You really feel like strutting around when you have your buttons pinned on your jacket or your dress or cap. And they're so easy to get. You don't send in any money, not even a box. Stop. You just ask mom to get you plenty of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal. Kellogg's Pep. Inside every package there's an exclusive prize. One of those slick 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 almost an hour since Henry Miller, the Atom man, left Sydney's garage in the DE spy's car and headed for Metropolis, 55 miles away. Now, weak from the effects of Miller's atomic power and from hunger and thirst, Clark Kent, who is Superman, finally manages to struggle to one knee and then with great effort to his feet. Staggering, bracing himself against the wall, he makes his way one step at a time with a small switch controlling the sliding section of the concrete garage floor above his head. Must get the phone. Call. Call Inspector Henderson. Stop. Miller tweet yet? This. This switch. I got to throw it there. Something's wrong. Ceiling doesn't open. Try again. It still won't open. Oh, I see. Miller pulled wires out in garage. I have to get up steps. Break through a floor if I can. Oh, I'm so weak. But I have to. There. Now break through. Try again. Once more. Didn't even crack it. Oh, I can't do it. No strength. But have to. Have to warn Henderson. Tell him Miller's heir died wearing army officer's cap and coat. Must break through. His haggard face drawn and pale, Superman crouches under the foot thick concrete floor, pushing his weakened hands and shoulders at it again and again in vain. Meanwhile, having arrived in darkened metropolis, Henry Miller is in the phone booth of an all night drugstore. His stolen officer's cap pulled low over his eyes, his overcoat collar muffling his chin, he has just dialed a number. Now he waits, the ringing of a distant phone in his ears. Hello? Hello? Is this the mayor? Yes. Who are you? This is the Atom Man. Who? I said I'm the Atom Man. The what? Never mind. I called to warn you that in two minutes I'm going to blow up the Metropolis Stadium. What? Are you out of here? You heard me. In two minutes I'll destroy the Metropolis stadium. I'll call you up later to tell you what's next. Now look here, young man, if this is your idea of A joke? If you think it's a joke, keep your ears open. Mr. Mayor, wait. Goodbye. Quickly hanging up the phone, the Atom man leaves the drugstore and entering Sydney's black sedan again drives a few blocks and stops in a dark street. Looming ahead of him is the gray, unlighted bulk of the great Metropolis stadium. The Atom man steps from the car, his strange meshed gloves on his hands. A smile curls his thin lips as he reaches inside his turned up collar for the switch of the electronic converter fastened to his throat. Can nothing stop this madman? Fellows and girls, don't miss Monday's tense, exciting episode when amazing things take place. Tune in, same time, same station, to 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 bo. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Helpless in the presence of Henry Miller in whose veins close the deadly kryptonite which enables him to generate atomic power. Clark Kent, whom Miller knows to be Superman was being slowly starved to death in a secret cellar. Miller, however, who plans to conquer the world for beaten Germany became alarmed by a report that American scientists were creating a defense against atomic energy. After eliminating Sydney, his henchmen, he departed to attack Metropolis leaving Kent too weak to escape from his concrete prison. Late that night, a terrific explosion shook the terrified city and news spread swiftly that the huge stadium, the largest in the world, had been mysteriously destroyed. As all available fire and police equipment was rushed to the scene of the disaster. Now only a vast, smoking crater. Elbridge Thomas, the mayor of Metropolis, has just returned to his home with police Inspector Henderson. The two are in the mayor's study. Listen. There isn't a particle of the stadium left, inspector. Not a square inch. How did this. This Atom man do it? Well, we're not sure that he did do it, Mr. Mayor. Of course he did. Didn't he call me just before midnight and tell me he was going to destroy the stadium in Two minutes. It wasn't more than two minutes after that that the first explosion threw me out of bed. Yes, I know that. Now, don't tell me again that the big gas main might have. Might have done. It runs under Front street just north of the stadium, and it wasn't touched. Yes, I know. Neither your men, nor the fire department, nor anyone else has been able to find trace of bombs or mines. Besides, no ordinary explosive could have obliterated that huge plate so completely. It's as if an earthquake swallowed it. Or. Or an atomic bomb. Oh, now, now, now, let's not lose our head, sir. We know it wasn't an earthquake. And as for atomic bombs, well, that's out of the question. The atom bombs, the most carefully guarded secret in the world. He might have got a hold of one somehow. Inspector, you've got to find him. He said the stadium was only the beginning, that he was going to destroy the entire city piece by piece. Well, how are we going to find him? We don't know who he is or even what he looks like. Our only hope is that he'll telephone you again tonight as he said he would. And if he does, we can trace the call. I've got men at the telephone exchanges and squads waiting at all parts of the city so we can cover any position quickly. If he was clever enough to do what he did tonight, I'm afraid he's too clever to be caught that way. Look, you said the Daily Planet had mentioned something to you about an atom man. Yes, yes, but there's nothing to it. One of their reporters, Clark Kent, had some wild idea that Teufeld, you know, the Nazi scientist who was killed by lightning a couple of weeks ago, was able to create a human atom man. He told you that? Yes, but Kent is always getting some fantastic idea or other. Incidentally, he's been missing for four days now. I wonder whether this has any connection with it. He may have something there. Just possible that Kent was put out of the way before this happened. I suggest you contact Perry White at once. Oh, we've been looking for him and for Jim Olsen and Ms. Lane for the past two hours. But they're out somewhere hunting for Kent. So I left orders to bring one and all of them here just as soon as they're found. Good. Maybe. Come in. The governor's on the wire. Mr. Mayor wants to know if there's any further information about the explosion tonight. Tell him not yet, Harris, and apologize for my not being able to talk to him. Now, I'm expecting a very important Call on my private phone. Yes, sir. What shall I say to the newspaper reporters? There are about 20 of them waiting for you. Tell them I'll issue a statement as soon as possible when we've completed our investigation. There's nothing else I can say to them now. Yes, sir. Papers are driving me crazy, but I don't dare tell them about the atom man. Cause a panic in the city. Inspector, we've got to do something. Why doesn't that fellow call up again? At least there might be a chance of tracing him. Well, if there is, we'll grab at it. Who is he? How did he destroy the stadium? What's he after? Heaven only knows. Now, you'd better sit down and take it easy. Take it easy? With the papers on my neck? The people in a panic, the governor in Washington demanding an explanation, and this atom man threatening to destroy the city. I tell you, Inspector, I'm scared. I know. Now What? Come in. Mr. Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet, is here to see Inspector Henderson. Oh, good. Send him right in, please. Yes, right in here, Mr. Point. Come on, Olson. Good evening, Mr. Mayor. Or I guess it's good morning. Hello, Perry. Hello, Mr. White. Jim. Hi, Inspector. I understand you wanted to see us, Inspector. Yes, I did. By the way, Mr. Mayor, this is Tim Olson, one of my reporters. Oh, pleased to meet you, Mr. Mayor. How are you? Look, Perry, what do you know about the atom man? The atom man? Oh, you mean Henry Miller? Henry Miller? Who is he? He's the atom man. He's not. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Now, look here, olson. He is. Mr. Kent said so. Kent said that? Yes, and once. Good heavens, I didn't hear anything about that, Inspector. Now, don't pay any attention to him, Mr. Mayor. You be quiet, Olson. What they asked me. Never mind what they asked you. Just a minute, Perry. This Miller, who is he? No, he's a young Nazi, apparently, who was working with Teufel. He talked himself into a job as a reporter on my paper and he disappeared just the way Mr. Kent did. Inspector, are you looking for him? Of course, but we haven't had any luck. Good heavens. If Kent and Olson are right and this fellow does have the secret of atomic power. Ridiculous, that's what. Explain what happened to the stadium tonight. What do you mean, Olson? I told you to hold on. What'd you say about the stadium, Mr. Mayor? Well, I. I received a phone call. No, no, I can't tell you. Now, wait a minute. I think you should. Mr. White and Jim know Miller. And if he is the one who calls himself the Atom Man. And if he phones again, they'll be able to identify his voice. I don't get it. You're right, Inspector. Harry, I want your word of honor that what I tell you now won't be repeated or printed until I give my permission. That goes for you too, young man. Huh? Well, sure, but what is it? Well, just before midnight, I received a phone call on my private wire from a man who said he was the Atom man creeps. He warned me that in two minutes he was going to destroy the Metropolis Stadium. And not more than two minutes after he hung up, that stadium was destroyed. That isn't all. He said he'd call me again tonight and tell me what he was going to destroy next. Boy, that's incredible. I'll bet it was Miller. He's a dirty Nazi and an Atom Man. That would explain how every inch of that big stadium could have been wiped out. Besides, that might be him. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Don't answer yet, Mr. White. Jim, come over here, closer to the phone. Hold that receiver away from your ear, Mr. Mayor, so we can hear his voice. All right. If it is Miller, your men will be trying to trace the call, won't they? Yes. There's a man in the basement now tapped in on your private wire. He's already flashed a word to every exchange of the city that there's a call coming in. Now, just try to keep him talking as long as possible. Stall him all that you can. Okay, answer. Well, here goes. Hello? Is this Mayor Thomas? Yes. Who's calling? This is the Atom Man. It's him. Jamil Hyatt. Will you go ahead? Keep him talking. Who? Who did you say? You heard me. I said I'm the Atom Man. I kept my promise about the stadium, didn't I? Now listen to me while I tell you what's going to happen next. Before the new day dawns, you will be responsible for a terrible. Hensley, Perry White, Inspector Henderson and Jimmy Olsen lean over the mayor's shoulder to hear what Henry Miller, the Atom man, is about to say. We'll return in a moment to find out what it is. But first, let's stand by for a word from Dan McCullough. You know, gang, I'll bet you'd have a hard time if someone asked you to pick out your favorite comic button from the new series that now comes in packages of Kellogg's pet. Maybe you'd say Smokey Stover is the funniest with his wide, toothless grin and his. His crazy Fireman's cap. And you like KO because, well, he's a kind of tough looking character with his oversized black derby hat. But Superman would probably get the most votes because he's a dog gone handsome with his red cape flying in the wind. Of course, no matter which is your favorite, you'll want to collect all 18 different buttons. You'll want the fun of looking for your prize when mom opens a new package of pet. And you'll want still more fun trading duplicates with your pals. And you wouldn't want to miss the thrill of wearing your buttons pinned on your jacket or dress or cap so that everybody can see how many you've collected. So how about asking mom right now to be sure to get you some of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's Pet. That's the only way you can get these swell buttons, you know, you don't send in either money or a box top. Ask mom for Pep, made by Kelloggs of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman in the study of Mayor Thomas Home editor Perry White, police Inspector Henderson, and Jimmy Olsen leaned tensely over the mayor's shoulder to hear the voice of Henry Miller, the atom man, at the other end of the wire. Now get this, Mr. Mayor. Something much worse than what happened to the stadium is going to take place unless you do as I say. He's Miller, all right. Will you be quiet, Olson? Well, what about the stadium? And who did you say this was? Quit stalling. I know you're trying to trace this call, but it won't do you any good. Now, this is going to be short and sweet. Listen, first, I want you to haul down your dirty American flag from city hall and raise the German swastika. What? Why, that. Quiet. Yes, I want to see the swastika over the city hall when the sun rises. If it's there, I'll call and tell you what to do next. But if it isn't there, everyone in Metropolis will die tomorrow night. If you don't want every man, woman and child in your city to drown like a rat, you'll do as I say. Goodbye. No, wait. Hello? Listen. Hello? Hello? He hung up. Godfrey, are you sure that was Miller? Oh, sure it was. Yes. All right. Now we know who he is and what he looks like. Now, if the call was traced, well, that must be headquarters. Let me take it, please. Inspector Henderson speaking. Now, this is Healy, Inspector. Yes, Healy. Did you trace that call? Yes, sir. It came from a pay booth in Central Station. Oh, there'll be a mob There, even at this time of night. But hold everyone, Healy. Don't let a soul out of that station until I get there. Hurry. Come on, Mr. White. You too, Jim. Wait, Inspector, what are you going to do now? Miller called from the Central Station. We've got to get him. I'll let you know what happens. Come on, Mr. White. Jim, let's go. Followed by Perry White and Jimmy Olsen, Inspector Henderson rushes from the mayor's house. None of them aware that the Atom man has changed his appearance since he left the Daily Planet. Only Clark Kent knows that. But Kent at This moment is 55 miles away, a prisoner with two dead men, Sidney and his servant Jito, in the secret concrete cellar under the garage of Sidney's country house. Weakened by Miller's atomic power and starvation, Kent still feebly throws himself against the thick walls in a hopeless attempt to break through. Oh, I can't go on much longer. I'm too weak. Unless somebody comes soon, I'll be finished. Someone has to help me. Only I. Only I know about Miller. Only I know. And I'm almost done for. Oh, I've gotta get out of here. I've got to. What will happen? Kent, who is Superman, is nearing death in a concrete tomb. What did Henry Miller mean by his threat to drown everyone in Metropolis? And even if he should be cornered in the Central Station, how can he be taken when he need only lift his hands to destroy the station and everyone in it? Fellows and girls, something startling and surprising happens tomorrow, so don't miss it. Tune in same time, same station for the Adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap to 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. Terribly weakened by Henry Miller's strange atomic power and by starvation, Superman and his guise of Clark Kent is dying in a secret cellar. Miller, meanwhile, disguised as an American army officer destroyed the huge Metropolis stadium as his first act in revenging the defeat of Germany. Later that night, he phoned the mayor of metropolis, and identifying himself as the atom man, threatened to destroy the entire city unless the Nazi swastika was raised over city hall. The police immediately traced the call to the central railroad station, and giving orders that no one be permitted to leave the station, Inspector Henderson hurried there with Jimmy Olsen and editor Perry White. As we continue now, officers guard every door of the vast railroad terminal as the great crowd of civilians, soldiers, and sailors, pass through the main exit in single file, where Henderson, White, and Jimmy stand with an armed force police guard. Listen. All right, now, keep your eyes peeled. Jim, you and Mr. White are the only ones who know Miller, so I'm depending on you to spot him. We'll spot him, all right, dirty Nazi. Won't we, Mr. White? Well, if he's here, we will. He might have gotten away before the police arrived. That's possible, don't you think, inspector? Yes, it's possible, of course, but I doubt it. He made his call from the phone booth on the balcony, and my men were here two minutes after he hung up. Maybe we'd be lucky if he did. What are you talking about, Olson? Well, he's the atom man. Not so loud, Jim. We don't want that to get around. Okay. Golly. If we corner him, all he has to do is shoot that green lightning out of his hands. His. His atomic power, and he'd blow us in this station to smithereen. Ah, poppy cop. Yeah, never mind about that now. Just keep looking for him and don't worry about his blowing us up. If we corner him, Jim, just point him out to me. I'll do the rest. I'm looking. Looking at everybody. Coming through. Jeepers. What's the matter? Jim, look over there. That. That. That what? In the army captain's uniform. It's. It's Miller. I think so. Wait a minute. Healy, Ross, grab that army captain. Oh, Godfrey, I. I think it is, but no. No, it's not. Well, make up your mind. Is it or isn't it, Jim? Is it? No, no, I was wrong. Noah has light hair, the color of straw. That fell's hair is dark. All right, never mind, Healy. Let him go. For a minute there, I was sure it was Miller. You know, inspector. What? It just occurred to me. Miller must know that you're looking for him. It's been in all the papers. Yeah, well, maybe he's walking around disguised. Gosh, I never thought of that. Well, it could be. What? You fellas know him? Yeah, but if he's disguised, how could we recognize him. Well, it's a real art to disguise yourself so perfectly that you can fool people who know you. So let's hope Miller is no expert. Now. Just keep looking. We've got to find him. Don't forget what he threatened to do. We're all in danger. For another long hour, our friends stand at the exit gate studying the seemingly endless parade of faces moving by. Finally, the crowd passes through. The vast railroad terminal is practically empty, save for officials and police officers. Disappointed, Inspector Henderson, Perry White and Jimmy Olsen enter a police car and are driven swiftly back to Mayor Thomas's house just as dawn breaks over the city. In his study, his face haggard with worry, the mayor greets them. Well, Inspector, did you get him? No, sir. No, he got away. Oh, I was afraid he would. Now what'll we do? He told me if the swastika isn't flying over City hall when the sun rises, he'll destroy Metropolis. Yeah, I know. Jeepers, the sun will be up in a few minutes. Now, look, Mayor, it's one thing to say that you're going to destroy Metropolis and another thing to be able to do it. It's no use trying to ig the facts, Perry. We face a terrible situation. Now, don't tell me that you believe that nonsense about Miller being an Adam man. Frankly, I don't know what to believe. Nelson of the fire department and two FBI investigators were just here. Oh, now, what did they say? They just come from the scene of the explosion, Worked there all night. They weren't able to find any evidence of bombs or mines or any usual forms of explosives had been used. I told you, Miller did it with his atomic power. All, son. But, Chief, if he didn't use bombs or mines, how else could he? That's for someone with more sense than you to figure out. Unless you can keep your oversized mouth shut, you're going out of here on your aim. Now, please, gentlemen, this is no time for quarreling. The atom man is still at large. He said he'd call me again if the swastika wasn't flying over the city hall by sunrise. And since it won't kill, you, bet it won't. Well, we've got to prepare ourselves. Prepare ourselves for what? Personally, I think he's bluffing. Well, he wasn't bluffing about destroying the stadium. Mr. White, there's a difference between a stadium and a city. Inspector, I'll grant that he may have some new explosive, but you can't make me believe that a human being can generate atomic power with his own Body. That may be, Miller. Now, are your men ready to trace the call, Inspector? Yes, of course. Now, if it is the Atom man, keep him talking just as long as you can. As I know, I'll hold the receiver away so you can all hear. Hello? This is the Atom Man. What? Who did you say? Quit stalling. You traced my last call and couldn't find me. Take my advice and don't try it again. What do you mean? You know what I mean. Tell young Olson he's lucky he changed his mind about the army, captain. If he hadn't, I would have blown everyone in that station to kingdom come. Cleaves, it was him in the station. Can you hear me, Mr. Mayor? Yes, but I don't understand. You understand all right. Don't waste time rounding up all the army captains in town. I'm not in disguise anymore. Now, look here. I'm giving the orders now, Mr. Mayor. You disobeyed my first one about raising the German swastik over city hall. So tonight, every man, woman and child in your city will drown like a rat. Gosh. Why, that dirt. Tell him he's bluffing. You're bluffing. Oh, am I? You'll find out tonight. You haven't a chance. Nobody can save you. Not even Superman. Gosh. Keep him talking. Well, what? What did you say about Superman? I said he can't save you because he's dying. Superman dying? I don't believe. Do you expect me to believe that? Take my word for it. Or better yet, ask Clark Kent. Mr. Kent. Or ask Sidney. He got in my way too. Sidney? Sure. Ask Kent and Sidney. They can tell you anything you want to know about me. Well, that'll be all, your honor. So long. And don't forget your water wings tonight. Wait. Listen. Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? He hung up. Gosh. What did he mean about Superman dying? He's crazy. He's out of his mind. Well, if we. Wait a minute, I'll take it. It's headquarters on Miller's call. Henderson speaking. Healy. Inspector on that call? Yes, Healy. Did you trace it? Yes, sir. Good. Where'd it come from? The pay station at Oak at 39th. We radioed the patrol car nearest there and sent it right out. Good. I'll hop right over. Call the car again, Healy, and tell him not to take any chances. Shoot the kill on site. The man is a maniac. Yes, sir. Well, they faced the call. I'm going out there right now. I'll call you back, Mr. Mayor. Right. Good luck. Wait. Inspector Miller said something about Mr. Kent. There's no time for Kent now, Jim. Later on, Kent may be able to help us. He knew about Miller and he was investigating Sidney, the fellow Miller mentioned. Now, look, Mr. White, I hate to say this, but the chances are, from what Miller just said that Kent and Sidney got in his way. They probably found out something about him and, well, he finished them off. Finished Kent? Oh, no. I'm afraid so. Well, I'll see you all later. Later, my eye. Come on, Jim. Why, to look for Kent, of course. We're going to that fellow Sydney's house. I'll get to the bottom of this if it kills me. Grimly, Perry White and Jimmy Olsen leave the mayor's house to follow the atom. Man's own boastful clue to Clark Kent. Will they find him in the secret cellar beneath Sydney's garage? We'll return in a moment to find out. But right now, here's Dan McCullough to tell you something mighty interesting. You know, my young pal Eddie walked right by me yesterday and didn't even speak. I couldn't figure out what was the matter with him. So I called, hey, Eddie, Eddie, what's up? And he looked so surprised. Why, he hadn't even seen me. You see, he was on his way over to Pee Wee's house to trade a duplicate comic button he just got from a package of Kellogg's Pet for a duplicate button Pee Wee had. And he was so wrapped up in thinking about how swell it would be to add another to his collection that, well, he just wasn't paying any attention to anything else. I guess all you fellas and girls get that excited when you get a new comic button for your collection. Because there's the doggone good looking. Bright red and black and blue on gleaming white enamel. Really looks smart pinned on your jacket or dress or cap. And aren't you glad they're so easy to get? Why, you don't send in a single penny, not even a box. Stop. All you do is to ask mom to get you some of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's Pet. Inside every package, there's an exclusive prize. One of these nifty new comic buttons or a military insignia or warplane button. It's your prize gang from P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. Picking up Clark Kent's friend, Private detective Candy Myers, Harry White and Jimmy Olsen drove to Sidney's house in the country where in a secret thick walled cellar beneath the garage, Clark Kent is near death from the effects Of Miller's atomic power and starvation as we continue now, early in the morning, our three friends have vainly searched the dead Sidney's empty house. Candy Myers has stopped to telephone Metropolis As White and Jimmy, deeply discouraged, walk across the lawn to their car. Well, that's that, Jim. Yeah, I guess so. I was sure we were gonna find Mr. Kent. I hate to admit it, but Inspector Henderson was probably right. Kent and Sydney were probably both finished by Miller. Gosh, I. I don't want to believe it, but. Wait. What's that? What? I hear a kind of thumping noise. Yes? Yeah, it seems to be coming from the garage. But the garage is empty. We checked it. It's not empty now. Come on, let's take a look. Okay. Where's that thumping coming from? Seems to be coming from below us. How could it? The garage is set away from the house. There's no cellar or anything under it. Oh, strange, Jim. Very strange. I wonder what's causing that noise. Puzzled, Perry White and Jimmy Olsen stand in the garage unaware that Clark Kent, who is Superman, is immediately below them, hurling himself weakly against the thick concrete walls and calling to them through dry, thirst, parched lips. Jim. Chief, I'm right here under the garage. There's a secret panel in the floor. Don't go away. You've got to help me. You've got to. Jim. Chief, I'm right here. Help me. Help me. Desperately, Kent calls again and again to his puzzled friends. But his once powerful voice is weak and unheard. What will happen? Will they discover the secret basement in time to rescue Kent? In time to stop the atom man who has doomed all of Metropolis? Don't miss tomorrow's thrilling episode, fellows and girls. Tune in, same time, same station, to hear 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 pet, 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. Weakened by Henry Miller's atomic power, Superman, in his guise of Clark Kent is dying of thirst and starvation in a secret cellar under the garage of a country house owned by the late Sidney Miller's henchman. Meanwhile, as his first step in avenging the defeat of Germany, Miller the Atom man destroyed the huge Metropolis stadium. Then phoned Mayor Thomas, threatening to destroy the rest of the city. That night, in a last desperate effort to locate Clark Kent, editor Perry White, Jimmy Olsen and private detective Candy Myers hurried to Sydney's country house only to find it empty. But as White and Jimmy were leaving the house, they heard faint thumping sounds coming from the garage as we continue. Now they are in the garage, unaware that Kent is imprisoned beneath their very feet, trying desperately to attract their attention by pounding his weakened against a concrete trapdoor. Listen. Where's that noise coming from, Mr. White? Seems to be coming from under the floor. Yeah, it does. You think maybe there's a basement or something under the garage? I doubt it. Why would anyone build a basement under a garage anyway? There are no steps. The noise stopped. I wonder if. Of course. Are we dumb? Huh? What do you mean? It's the heating system. The heating system? Sure. The steam heat coming up in the pipe pounds like that when it builds up. You see these pipes along the wall heat the garage. They cover from under the floor. It's leaving the house. Yeah, they're getting hot now. Yeah, but the house is empty. Nobody's here. Who's making steam? You ever hear of a thermostat? Oh, you mean that gadget you've got in your house? That's right. You set it at night, start the heat at a certain time in the morning, works automatically. Well, there's only more to be done here. Come on, we'll get Myers. Goodbye to Tom. Yeah, might as well. When I first heard that noise, I thought sure was someone trying to signal us. Maybe even Mr. Kent. Yeah, no such luck, I'm afraid. Inspector Henderson was right, Jim. You mean about Mr. Kent meeting up with Miller, the atom man? Yes. Kent probably found out too much about Miller and he. Well, you know the rest. Oh, golly, I hope not. Well, here's the car. Now. Where's Myers? I guess he's still in the house. What for? We went through it from attic to basement and couldn't find anything. He said he wanted to call us. He sent a man over to check on Sydney's apartment before we left. I'm afraid that'll be a wild goose chase too. Now, come on, we'll get Myers and start for home. I'd like to know if Inspector Henderson had any luck Facing Miller? Well, if he didn't, it's going to be just too bad for us tonight. Miller said. I know what he said. Come on, open the door. It's unlocked. Okay. Myers. Myers, where are you? Oh, no. What happened to him? Close the door, Olson. Hey, Candy. Okay, Jim, I'm coming. Well, what are you wasting time here for? Come on, let's get back to Metropolis. Might as well. We sure drew a blank here. Oh, did your man find anything at Sydney's apartment, Candy? No soap there either. The apartment's empty. And the doorman and the elevator boys say they haven't seen our fat friend for a week. Now, come on. I want to find out if Inspector Henderson had any luck. He didn't. I checked. Miller called up from a cheap hotel on grand street, but he was gone by the time the tops got there. Cheapers. Then he's still losing. And tonight. Will you stop talking about tonight? What he said, he said. He said if you don't stop repeating that, I. I don't know what I'll do. Now, come on, both of you. Yeah, let's go. Jim. This clue is a false alarm. Afraid it's all up with poor Kent. Yeah, with us, too, tonight. Olson, for the last time, will you. What's that? Sounds like a buzzer. It is a buzzer. Maybe somebody's at the door. Wait a minute. No, no, nobody out here. Oh, maybe it's the back door. Could be. Come on, we'll go see. Okay, okay, we're coming. I didn't hear anyone drive up. No, neither did I. Some guy's in an awful hurry. Here, through the kitchen. How do you like that? Nobody out here either. That's funny. Maybe it's the phone. Some people muffle the bell. This one isn't muffled. I had my office call me back before. After they checked with headquarters, and the phone rang. Well, then, what is it? I don't know, but I'm gonna find out. Something screwy. Here. Wait. Wait a minute. Seems to be coming from the pantry. Yeah, it does. Fine detective you are, Myers. I can tell you what it is. Yeah? What? There's a buzzer under the rug in the dining room to call the servant in the kitchen. One of us must have stepped on it and it got caught. Oh, sure. That's it. Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Behind this stack of dishes. Look at this. What? Where? Cheaper. It's a funny kind of telephone. That's a house phone. I've got one in my place. There's nobody in the house but us, and it's buzzing. Now you're catching on, mister. Wife moving out. Hoochie was answering. Candy. That's just what I'm gonna do, chum. Something's wacky here. Hello? Hello? Nobody answers. Hello? Candy. Help. Candy, this is Can't. Kent. Jumping Jemima. Mr. Kent, where is he? What the. Wait, you guys, I can't hear. Kent. Kent. Hurry. Candy. I I. Where are you, Kent? Where are you? In garage. What garage? Leaves quiet, Jim. Go on, Kent, tell me. What garage? Right here. Sydney Garage. You're in Sydney's garage? It's empty. We can see it from here. Yes. Now look, Kent. Try harder. Tell me. Yeah, sorry. Kent. Kent. What's the matter? Sounded like he passed out. Come on. To where? To the garage. He said that's where he is. But we were just there. You can see it's empty. Stay here if you want to. I'm gonna have a look. Oh, come on, let's go with him. Gosh, Mr. White, I can't figure this out. Oh, no, neither can I. But at least we know Kent is alive. Yeah. Well, where is he? I don't know. The phone. Oh, he must have meant some other garage. Candy, that's Sydney's garage. But you can see he's not here. And there's no phone. I don't get it. I don't get it at all. Perplexed Candy Myers, Perry White and Jimmy Olsen look helplessly at one another. So near and yet so far from Clark Kent. We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. But first, your announcer. You know, I heard a bunch of kids in the midst of an argument the other day. They were all talking at once. You know how they do. And each one had a different idea of where is the best place to wear your collection of comic buttons from packages of Kellogg's Pet. Some said they look best pinned on your jacket or dress. Others insisted that they belong on your cap. Well, finally one young fellow said, no matter where you wear them, gang dress or jacket or cap, they're still mighty smooth looking. And is he right? Why, these new comic buttons are really on the beam. Bright comic strip colors on a clear white enameled background. They really show up. And they're so true to life. Smitty and. And Skeezeeks and Lilums and Superman and all the others are straight from the funny papers. And to top it all, these nifty new comic buttons are so easy to get, you don't have to send in a single penny, not even a box. Stop. Fact is, you can't buy them anywhere. You just ask mom to get you plenty of that super delicious whole wheat Flake cereal, Kellogg's Pet. Then see which fries you find inside the package. Remember, that's P E P Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. Trapped in the basement under Sidney's garage, Clark Kent managed to reach a house phone and contacted Candy Myers, who rushed to the garage with Perry White and Jimmy Olsen, only to find it empty. Puzzled, Candy is walking around the small garage examining the walls. I can't figure this at all. I'm sure Kent said he was in the garage. Well, let's not waste any more time, Candy. Call the county police. They can trace the wires and find out where that house phone goes to. Well, that's a swell idea, Mr. White. Yeah, I guess that's the thing to do. I can't understand how, uh. Oh, what's this? What is it? These wires, see, they were pulled out of the wall. And look, there's a little false panel in the wall and a button operating a switch. These wires were attached to us. Say, that's right. So what? The button might operate the lights or the garage door. No, it doesn't. There's the light button over there. And the door slides open and shut by hand. Wait till I get my knife. I'll have these wires connected again. Half a shake. No. You're just wasting time. Maybe so, maybe no. You go back to the house and call the cops. I'm gonna see what cooks here. All right, all right. Come on, Olson. You go ahead, chief. I'll stay here. Gosh, Candy, what do you suppose this means? We'll find out in a minute, chum. All we have to do is slip these two wires back like this. Tighten this screw there. There we are. Now we'll push the button and see what gives. Lizards. Look, the floor is opening. Yeah, that middle section drops down and slides back. Watch it. Watch it. Don't fall in. You know what? Look, Candy, there's a room down there. Mr. Kent is lying on the floor. Yeah, so are two other guys. Jump on, Jemima. It's Sidney and his servant. Come on, Jim. Come these days. What happened, honey? Cindy and the Jap look like they're done for here. Let's see about Kent. How is he? Ah, not so good. Kent. Mr. Kent, speak to us, Mr. Kent. He doesn't answer. Look how white he is, Candy. He's dead. Shocked, Jimmy Olsen and Candy Meyer stared down at the pale, motionless figure of. Clark has the terrible plan. First Conceived by Derteufel and carried out by the Atom man. And Sydney finally succeeded in eliminating Kent, who, as we all know, is Superman. If it has, who now can challenge Henry Miller's mad scheme to destroy Metropolis and enslave the world? Fellows and girls, don't miss tomorrow's surprising and exciting episode. Tune in, same time, same station for the Adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Fellas and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station by the grand old Kellogg Company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Publications. Kellogg's Pep, the Super Delicious cereal presents the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky. It's a word. It's a plane. It's Superman. Leaving Clark Kent, whom he knows to be Superman, near death in a secret cellar, Henry Miller, the Nazi atom man, destroyed the Metropolis stadium. He then phoned the mayor and threatened to destroy the rest of the great city. That night, Miller boasted that Superman was dying and that he had eliminated his former ally, an international spy named Sidney. Editor Perry White. Jimmy Olsen and private detective Candy Myers hurried to Sydney's deserted country house where Candy finally discovered the secret concrete room under the garage where Kent was trapped. As we continue now, Candy and Jimmy kneel anxiously beside the unconscious Kent. Nearby lie the bodies of Sydney and his Japanese servant, Jito. Listen, Mr. Kent. Say something, Mr. Kent. He doesn't answer. And look how white he is. Candy. He's dead. Take it easy, Jim. He is, I tell you. He. He. He. Golly. Take it easy, I said. He's still alive. Well, he is. Yeah, but he's in bad shape. Needs a doctor. Where are we gonna get one? We're way out in the country. I know. Look, run back to the house and get some water. Tell Mr. White to phone the nearest town and get a doctor out here. The police, too. Hurry up, now. All right, I. Okay. Jim, Andy, where are you? What that? What's this big hole in the floor? Olson, where did you pop up from? There's a room down there. We found Mr. Ken. What? Where? Go down these stairs. I've got to get some water. Good Godfrey. Candy, Is he. Is he. He's alive. He Is. Oh, thank heaven. What's the matter with him? I don't know. There are no marks on him. But look how thin he is, like he's been starved. We've got to get a doctor. I told Jim to call one. I called the county police, and maybe they. Who were those other two men on the floor? The fat one is sitting. The little one is his servant, Jito. They're both done for. Well, they're blackened. They're charred. Yeah, but don't ask me what happened. The only thing I can figure out about this whole screw he set up is how Kent tipped us off. There's the phone to the house on the wall there. See? Yes, yes, yes. But never mind that now. We've got to do something for Kent. Well, as soon as Jim gets back. Oh, here he comes now. Here I am. Did he come, too? No. Let's have that water. Yeah. Okay. Here now, help me hold up his head. Mr. White. Yep. Oh, yeah. All right. Gosh, he's so thin. Can't imagine what happened to him. Come on now, Kent had a drink. Some of this fella. I think he's coming, too. Sure he is. Look, he's starting to sit up. Easy, Kent. Take it easy, boy. More. More water. You hear that? He's all right. He's all right. Oh, thank heaven. Yeah, Kent. Drink it slowly. Oh, that's good. How do you feel now? What happened, Ken? I'll be all right. Just bring me more water and some food. Been starving almost a week. Jumping Jemima. Jim, run back to the house and raid the icebox. Step on it. Okay. Oh, boy, am I happy. Candy. What about Miller? Don't try to talk yet. You're too weak. Oh, tell me. Miller said he's going to destroy Metropolis. Yeah, Tonight. Tonight? Oh, forget it, Kent. Miller's bluffing. No, no, he's not bluffing. He has atomic power. Terrific. Atomic power. Now, wait a minute. Tell you he has. Chief. Look at Sydney there and Gito. Miller finished them with it. On the level, kid. Yes. And only I know the secret of his power. He wears a little box on his throat. An electronic converter. If I can get that converter, he'll be helpless. Oh, but I'm so weak, I almost died. Miller and Sydney figured out the one way I could be finished. What are you talking about yet? Oh, he's raving. He's out of his mind. Oh, I've got to get out of here before it's too late. Come on, help me out. Maybe the fresh air. Now, wait, Ken. Don't like you, Chief. Help me. That's it. Get me outside and then bring me food and more water. If I can get my strength back before tonight, we'll have a chance to save Metropolis. Wait. Take it easy, Kent. If what you say is true and Miller has atomic power, believe me, he has. Then the only one who can stop him is Superman. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Come on, help me up on the steps. Pausing only long enough for Kent to eat some food, our friends drive back to Metropolis and a short time later, Kent almost recovered and Perry White are in the office of Inspector Henderson at police headquarters. Henderson is barking orders over the telephone. That's right, Donovan. I want every boat except the police launches out of the canal by 5 o' clock this afternoon. And I want big floodlights, plenty of them, lighting up every foot of the banks. You got that? Okay, check with me later. Well, I'm taking every possible precaution, but I'm afraid it isn't enough. We can't guard every foot of territory along the North Canal, the Metropolis river and the reservoirs above the city. What about the army, Inspector? Well, they're cooperating, Mr. White. But even so, it's almost a physical impossibility to cover all that territory. Why, he might be disguised as a soldier again, a laborer, even a woman. I'll know him. Only I see him in time. Big help. You'll be Captain Ken. Do you have any idea how close the Atom man has to be to his target to demolish it? I don't know for a fact, Inspector, but from what I overheard him say, a couple of hundred yards is close enough. What? Oh, a couple of hundred yards. I can't believe it. It's too fantastic. A human being able to generate atomic power. Oh, we're frightening ourselves with a boogeyman. We can't ignore the facts. How? As I see it, we're face to face with oblivion tonight. Unless Superman can stop Miller. Well, how do you expect to get Superman? Just look him up in the phone book and give him a ring. I might not have to do that, Chief. What do you mean, Kent? I. I can't tell you now, but take my word for it. Oh, stop it, stop it. There's no time for nonsense. Besides, Miller said Superman was dying. He was, but he's recovering rapidly. I don't know if he'll be strong enough by tonight to handle the Atom man in the only way he can be handled. But he's certainly going to try. Oh, he is? And how do you know Well, I know how, Kent. Good heavens, man, if you can contact Superman, I think I can. Goodbye, Inspector. Goodbye, Kent. Goodbye, chief. What are you shaking hands for? Well, this may be the last time you see me. What? Either Superman or the Atom man will be finished tonight. What's that got to do with you? You'd be surprised. Come on, Gravely. Clark Kent leaves Inspector Henderson and Perry White to begin a desperate search for the Atom man and pit himself once more against the human monster in a final desperate bid for victory. We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. But first, your announcer. You know, gang, I'm sure you've had lots of prizes, but I'll bet none of them ever gave you as much fun as these swell new comic buttons you're all collecting from packages of Kellogg's Pep. First off, it's mighty exciting to see which button is inside every time mom opens a new package of Pet. If it's one you don't have yet, maybe Herbie or Winnie Winkle or Superman himself. Well, that's a real thrill. And if it's a duplicate, then it's even more fun to trade with your pals. These characters are straight from the funny papers, you know, and they're done up in full comic strip colors, so you'll want to collect all 18 different buttons. Just ask mom to get you some of that super delicious Whole Wheat Flake cereal. Kellogg's Pet. You don't send in any money, not even a box top. You just look inside the Pep package and there you are. A brilliant new comic button or a military insignia or warplane button. It's your prize from P E P. Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the Adventures of Superman. Twilight is falling over Metropolis along the North Canal which links the Metropolis river with the bay and along the 21 miles of river itself. Police and army personnel are on guard. Giant searchlights sweep the water and its banks from which mystified civilians have been barred. High in the darkening sky, unseen to all below, Superman hovers, his keen eyes searching. Meanwhile, on one of the many highways climbing the hills to the north of the city, Henry Miller, the Atom man, wearing cheap clothes, a checked cap and dark glasses, rides in the front seat of a small delivery truck beside the driver. Oh, you just got out of the Navy, huh? That's right. And am I glad to be home. Sure, I know how you feel. I was in the army for three years myself. Hey, I wonder what's going on in Metropolis tonight. Look at all those Searchlights down there. I guess they're looking for me. For you. Sure. Give me a welcome home party. Say, that's pretty good. How far did you say you were going? I'll be getting off the pretty soon now. Say, that's a big reservoir up in the hills here, isn't it? Biggest in the state. Holds about 100 million gallons. What would happen if all that water spilled down the hill in the Metropolis? There just wouldn't be any Metropolis left, buddy. But don't worry, it can't happen. Why not? On account of the big concrete dam holding it in, that's why. But suppose the dam was exploded? Are you kidding? That dam was guarded all the time. Besides, who'd want exploded? War's over. That's what you think. What do you mean? I think. I know. Okay, have your way. You can drop me anywhere along here. Right. Thanks for the ride. So long. So long. Don't go blowing up that reservoir dam now. That's exactly what I'm going to do in a very few minutes. And that will be the end of Metropolis. Leaving the road, the Atom man slips into the dark woods and begins working his way toward the huge reservoir poised like a giant basin above Metropolis. Can anyone or anything stop him now? Twice even, Superman was defeated and almost annihilated by the man in whose blood runs the deadly atomic energy of kryptonite. But in tomorrow's episode, the man of Steel makes what may be his last and most desperate challenge. So don't fail to be with us then. Same time, same station for the final battle to the death between these two mighty foes. Tune in and follow the adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leak all buildings at a single bomb. 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 Pip, 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. This is the night Henry Miller, the Nazi Atom man threatened to destroy every man, woman and child in Metropolis by drowning. While all police authorities, aided by the army, guard every inch of the city's waterways, and Superman hovers high in the heavens, searching for the deadly foe who has twice brought him close to death. Miller, unseen by anyone, is slipping through the dark woods in the hills above Metropolis, bent on shattering the dam, holding back the water in the city's gigantic billion gallon reservoir and engulfing Metropolis. It is almost 8 o', clock, and the citizens, unaware of the fate hanging over their heads, are mystified by the great searchlights sweeping the river and canal and the multitude of grim armed men who patrol the banks. In Perry White's office at the Daily Planet, the gray haired editor, Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane are tense with nervous excitement. Listen, what time does it get to be night, Ms. Lane? What time? Yeah, what hour? I don't exactly know, Jim. When it gets dark, of course. Why? Oh, the Adam man said when it's night, he said he's gonna drown all of us like. Like rats. And it's dark out now, so. Jim, stop it. But he said. Will you quit that he said business? For the last 24 hours all I've heard is he said. He said. He said what? I. We know what he said, so stop repeating it. Anyway, I. I don't believe it. You don't? No. The police in the army are guarding every foot of the canal and the river and the reservoirs, too. Even if Miller has some kind of atomic power, he won't be able to get close enough to use it. He'll be shot. But what if he's disguised? Nobody will know him. Everyone has been barred from the vicinity of the canal and the river. They've been told on the radio and in the papers that anyone disobeying the order will be shot on sight. So if Miller shows his Nazi face, he'll be taken care of in a hurry. But he doesn't have to get close. Mr. Kent says he can shoot his atomic power from a couple of hundred yards away. Good heaven. Oh, now it's Mr. Kent. Confound it, Olson. If we live through this night, I'm going to have Poco fried you in oil and serve you up for breakfast as a canpake. I mean, a pancake, Jim, would be an awfully stringy pancake. We won't be having any breakfast tomorrow. Well, why won't we? Because we'll all be. We won't be anything of the kind. And if you think so, you. You freckle faced crepe hanger. What are you hanging around here for? Why don't you get on the train, go where you'll be safe. Well, nothing doing. You and Ms. Lane are staying here and everyone else will. So am I. I'm not running away from any dirty Nazi. That's the way to talk, Jim. Oh, of course, of course, Jimmy boy. That's the way we all feel. We've been together a long time and. And if this is the end, though, mind you, I don't believe it. We'll see it through together. Of course we will, chief. You bet the four of us. Where's Ken? Oh, I don't know. I haven't seen him all afternoon. Oh, he's probably hiding under his bed now. That's not true, Ms. Lane. Mr. Kent's as brave as you are. Why, I'll bet he's out looking for the Atom man right now. Nor on a plane headed for California. He is not. Didn't he find out about the young man in the first place? And risk his life going to Sydney's house? And besides. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it, both of you. Kidding, Jim, we're all nervous. And if we can get off our minds on what may happen. Listen. What's that? It's the insurance tower chimes. It's nine o'. Clock. Oh, golly. Maybe, maybe at any minute. Now, relax, both of you. We never showed the white feather to the Nazis before and we're not going to do it now. Their nerves on edge, Perry White, Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane wait for disaster. Every moment drags like an hour. The smallest sound rings like the crack of doom. Meanwhile, high above the tent city, Superman streaks through the dark sky, his keen eyes searching the river below for the Atom Man. No sign of Miller yet. If only I knew where he planned to strike. I'd better have another look along the canal away. No, he's not here. Oh, where is he? Threatened to drown the city. So he must plan to blast the riverbanks or destroy the canal and at the seafloor end or explode the reservoir system. But I haven't been able to spot him anywhere. Well, back along the river again. I must find him. Oh, there's still no sign. Wait. On that roof down there. A man. No, no, it's not Miller. Hook. Hook nowhere. Where is he? I can only take him by surprise and tear that converter off his throat. It controls his power. Then I can handle him. But I've got to do it before he lets loose with that deadly lightning. I've got to find him. Wheeling and turning like some great fish. The man of Steel resumes his patrol of the river and canal, widening his range to examine all Roofs nearby, then rocketing away to circle the series of reservoirs which descend an ever widening lake lakes from the distant blue hills to the very doorstep of the city. But in order to patrol as much territory as possible, he narrows his range to 200 yards of each objective. And so he fails to see the Atom man in dark clothes and cap slipping stealthily from tree to tree through the black woods still a half mile from the giant reservoir which, protected by a great concrete dam, looms like a mammoth basin above the city. And as the Atom man approaches on his deadly mission, two unsuspecting guards, Joe Mitchell and Ed Teresa, pause after completing a circular tour of the huge silvery reservoir. Lake seems quiet as ever around here. Joe, why do you suppose we got orders to watch our show tonight? Can't imagine, Ed, but something's up. Look at all them searchlights down there along the river and canal. Yeah, just like during the war when they were expecting an air raid. Now the war's over. Of course it is. Ain't no more saboteurs around. We gotta watch out for. Well, we gotta watch out for somebody. That's what the order said. Somebody who might try to blow up the dam. Nobody better try that. I've got my family down there. Metropolis. My boy and his wife live there too. Hey, what's that? What? I just saw some lights across the water. There they go again. Where? Oh, yeah. Oh, those are the army boys signaling to each other. Sam Lawrence told me they're on patrol all the way up to the Blue Hills. If you ask me, someone's got the wind up about something that ain't gonna happen. That's what I think too, but we gotta do as we're told. Should we go around again, Ed? Yeah. Might as well warm up walking and standing still. What's that noise? I don't know. Hey. Hey, look, Joe. What into a nation's that? What? Where? Coming out of the woods, you see Jerusalem. Looks like lightning. Green lightning. But it can't be. Of course it can't. Lightning don't make that hissing sound. And look, it keeps going in a straight line. Yeah, and it's heading for the dam. Mighty look at that. Holy blue and brown it. What is it? I don't know. It's moving up to the dam now. Good Lord. If it hits the dam, that water's gonna pour down and wash Metropolis off the map. An ex stricken. The two guards watch the strange forked green lightning leap from the dark woods like devil's fingers probe its way toward the huge dam, exploding monstrous craters wherever it hits the Earth. The Atom man is about to make good his threat. Where is Superman? We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. But right now, here's Dan McCullough to talk about the collecting of comic buttons. You know, these days when it gets dark so early and you can't play outside, you, members of the gang are having more and more time to work on your collection of comic buttons from packages of Kellogg's Pep. You can sort over your buttons and count up how many different ones you've collected and pin them in different arrangements on your dress or jacket or cap. And you can be making plans to trade duplicates with your pals too. Boy, that's swell fun. You'll want to collect all 18 of them, so ask mom to get you more of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal, Kellogg's pet. That's the only way you can get these slick new buttons. You don't send in any money, not even a box top. Just look inside the pet package for your prize, 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 the deadly Atom man, hidden in the dark woods, begins flashing his atomic power toward the giant billion gallon reservoir above Metropolis. Superman, high in the air a few miles away, hears the first explosion and veering swiftly, sees the long jagged green lightning leaping toward the reservoir dam. What? Great Scott. It's Miller. In that patch of woods. Down. Down. Rocketing down through the pale moonlight, Superman launches himself at the Atom Man. His hands outstretched like a divers to snatch the tiny electronic converter strapped to the atomic monster's throat. But when he is almost within grasp of his prey, the Atom man hears the great swish of wind, looks up and sees the man of Steel plummeting down toward him. Quickly he lifts his strangely meshed hands to direct the fierce atomic lightning at his unswerving foe. Stuck like a giant bird on the wing. Superman's rush is halted. He falters, seems to shudder and spin completely about in the air, wild with fury and triumph. The Atom man shouts at him, you fool. Haven't you learned that you are helpless against me? I can't fight him this way. Losing my strength again. Hump, hump. There. Just got away. Second more and I'd have been done for. All right, let him try to strike me up here. Let him exhaust his power. Oh, he's shooting at the reservoir again, letting it down and draw him away. Pummeling downwards once more, the man of Steel dropped the Atom Man's fire, pooping and darting like a red and blue meteor as the fierce green lightning stabs at him and stabs again and again, crackling and hissing in the night like a thousand giant snakes. Keep away, you fool. Keep away. Savagely, the Atom man hurls his deadly power at his swirling, darting foe. Sometimes the hideous green bolts strike home and Superman slows and falters, only to swoop out of range, barely in time. How will this titanic battle end? Superman is pitting all his great strength and speed against the one force on earth which is mightier than he is. The force which twice brought him within the very shadow of death. Can he possibly win this time when he fights for his very life and for the lives of those he loves? One day brings the smashing dramatic climax of our story, fellows and girls, and a startling surprise. So don't miss it. 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. Fellows and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman, brought to you every day, Monday through Friday, same time, same station, by the grand old Kellogg company of Battle Creek. And for other thrilling adventures of Superman, see your local newspaper. Superman is also a copyrighted feature appearing in 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 boasting that he would destroy every man, woman and child in metropolis as his first step in avenging the defeat of Germany. Henry Miller, the fanatical young Nazi in whose veins close the deadly kryptonite which enables him to generate atomic power, Prepared to explode the dam guarding the great billion gallon reservoir in the hills above the city. While the police and army guarded the river and canal and Superman searched for him from the night skies, Miller, hidden in a dark patch of woods in the hills, attacked the reservoir. The first sparks of jagged green lightning which leaped from his weirdly gloved hands landed just short of the dam, plowing an enormous crater in the earth. From aloft, Superman heard the explosion and launched himself down through space at his deadly foe. As we continue now, the titanic battle is raging in the pale moonlight. Miller, the atom man, pointing his Metal gloved hands aloft sends fierce shafts of green lightning hissing and crackling at Superman, who wails and spins and darts from them like some great bird seeking an opportunity to flash in and rip the electronic converter from Miller's throat. Screaming like a maniac, Miller hurls bolt after bolt at the man of Steel, watches him falter in midair like a wounded bird, and then barely swoop out of range. Come closer. I dare you. You're afraid of me. Superman is afraid of me. Gasping for breath, his mighty muscles weakened by the bombardment of atomic power, Superman clings to the top of a tall tree, regaining his last strength. The Atom man, whirling above, sees him and advances, his strange meshed hands outstretched, fork of green lightning hurtling from his extreme and shrivel the trees in advance, corrend and uproot them and send them crashing to earth with a roar like Jovian thunder. Now for you, Superman. Eyes gleaming like a madness, the Nazi monster points his hands at the tree to which Superman clings, laughing triumphantly as the green atomic lightning strikes a giant coils around it like cursed twining snakes up and hurls and flashes and sports through the earth. And as Superman falls to the ground in the crashing branches, the Atom man rushes toward him. Now I've got you. It's time. You're through. Keep away. His atomic power, raking and exploding the earth and branches about his fallen foe, the Atom man races forward. But suddenly there is a violent burst of wind, a flare of red and blue, and Superman bounds high from the ground, flashing up into the heavens like a comedy surreal, the Atom man points his hands aloft and hurls deadly green lightning after him. One bolt, then another strikes the man of Steel and his swift descent is halted. Who struggles in midair, threshes his powerful arms and legs like a desperate swimmer. And then, as the third bolt strikes him, he shudders and begins to fall. Faster and faster he falls, the pale moon lighting his billowing red cape and shimmering on the silvery waters of the vast reservoir below, there's a mighty splash. Superman disappears beneath the surface of the lake. For a long minute, two minutes, there is nothing to be seen but an ever widening circle of ripples on the smooth bosom of the water. And at the edge of the blackened ravaged woods, the Atom man, who has turned the switch on the converter at his throat and stilled his deadly power, laughs long and loud. I said I'd finish you and I did. You're dead now. Drown. Once again, the Atom man touches the switch on the Converter straps to his throat, flashing the electronic impulses through the deadly kryptonite atoms in his blood and surging toward his gloved hands from which they emerge in the jagged green sparks of atomic energy. Now, triumphantly, he lifts his hands again, points them at the high concrete dam. Protect. Protecting the great reservoir. The green lightning leaps, ever lengthening, and is almost at the dam when Superman flashes upwards from the deep waters of the reservoir, his dust human tape dripping and rockets like a bullet at the Atom Man. Oh, you. Don't, Miller. You again. What does it take to kill you? More than you've got, my friend. You're crazy, you fool. I'll finish you now. Now it's you who'll be finished tonight, Miller. Once more the strange and terrible battle rages. Mouthing wild curses the anthem, man hurls his green power again and again at his flying foe who darts and twists from it, circles and turns in the air like a giant falcon. You'll exhaust your power, Miller. What'll you do then? It won't be exhausted before I finish you. And Metropolis too. Now I've got you There. No. Suddenly, caught by a dozen bolts of atomic lightning, Superman cries out, stricken, tries to zoom away, falters and cuts to earth 20 yards from where Miller stands. He lies there groaning, trying desperately to rise as the Atom man rushes toward him, his wild floating lamp ringing through the woods. Say your bread, Superman. This is the Ant Man. I can't. I can't. As the Atom man is almost upon him, Superman makes one final frenzied effort, rolls and clutches at a fallen tree, manages to throw it into the path of his murderous foe. As the Atom man lies stunned for a brief moment, the ghastly lightning pouring from his fingers and shattering the earth around him, Superman rises to his feet, his eyes bulging and red rimmed, his costume stained and torn. Now's my chance. Now, like a staggering giant, Superman reaches the Atom man to his arms. Up, up and away, high into the pale moonlight leaps the man of Steel. The fiercely struggling Atom man in his arms. 5,000ft. 10,000ft. I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I want that converter on your throat. No, no. I'll get it if I have to. Make your hands off my shoulders. Take your hands off. I can't. The atomic power, it's weakening me. I warned you, you fool. I said I'd finish you. Now I will. Fastening his metal gloved hands on Superman's shoulders, the Atom Man's wild laugh rings insanely through the heavens. As he witnesses his powerful post cover weakness grow limit. Die, Superman, die. Stop it. My strength is almost gone. I. I'll drop you. The terrible atomic power smashes again and again at his weakened body. Superman loses consciousness. His head falls on his chest, his eyes closed and his strong arms relax their grip on his opponent. Screaming in terror, the Atom man feels himself falling, shrieks in panic as he sees the ground miles below rushing up to meet him a few feet away. His red cape billowing about his limp body. Superman falls too. Faster and faster. The two deadly enemies, both of them helpless now, plummet down toward the bank of the city's north canal where police officers and soldiers, attracted by the amazing green lightning miles above, stare upward and all open mouthed wonder. Then there are two smashing, sickening thuds. It's first the Atom man and then the man of Steel. Strike. The Earth lies still. We'll return in a moment for the dramatic climax of today's episode. But right now, here is Our announcer, Dan McCullough. Say, wouldn't you feel mighty proud to be the first in your crowd to collect all 18 of those new comic buttons that come in packages of Kellogg's pants? Why, you bet you would. They're pictures of your old funny paper favorites. You know, like Moon Mullins. And there's Smitty and Herbie and Smilin Jack. And Superman, of course, we couldn't leave him out. But you know the best part is you don't have to send in any money to get these swell buttons. Not even a box stop. And you can't buy them anywhere. They come only as exclusive prizes in packages of Kellogg's Pet. So ask mom to get you some of that super delicious whole wheat flake cereal tomorrow. Then see which prize you find inside one of these exciting new comic buttons or a military insignia or warplane button. Remember, that's PPP Pep, made by Kellogg's of Battle Creek. Now back to the adventures of Superman carrying the Atom man high into the heavens. Superman lost consciousness when his deadly enemy tried to finish him with his atomic power. And both of them fell miles to earth, where they landed on the bank of the North Canal in Metropolis. Now, a few minutes later, Superman opens his eyes to see the anxious faces of Police Inspector Henderson and General Niles of the army looking down at him. Oh, hello. Hello, Inspector. Are you all right? Superman? Yes, I. I think so. No, no, no, no, don't try to get up yet. No, I. I'm all right. Miller. The. The Atom Man. What about him? He's finished. Finished? Are you sure. No doubt about it. What's left of him is under the canvas over there. Thank you. You saved Metropolis tonight, Superman. You certainly did. And I want to extend my thanks and the thanks of the army. I'm General Niles, by the way. Thank you, sir. I didn't mean to let Miller die. But I carried him into the air to prevent him from exploding the dam. Then he tried to finish me. I lost consciousness. He did a wonderful job. A simply wonderful job. He's had a report of what happened at the reservoir. If it hadn't been for you, every man, woman and child in Metropolis would be dead by now. We owe you more than we can ever repay. You don't owe me anything. I'm fighting for the same things you are. The end of tyranny and intolerance. Then I'll only say, thank heaven that the worst threat America ever faced. I'll second that. Sorry, gentlemen, but the threat is far from over. What do you mean it isn't? I mean that a terrible threat still remains to me, to you and to the entire world. Amazed, Inspector Henderson and General Niles stare at Superman. Henry Miller, the Deadly Atom. Man is no more. So what can his conqueror mean? You who have followed this story closely may be able to guess what Superman means. Know why, at this very moment of his greatest triumph his own life and the lives of all humanity are still in mortal danger. In tomorrow's episode, the man of Steel explains and begins a new and thrilling adventure which is even more exciting than the one from which he has just emerged. So don't fail to be with us tomorrow, same time, same station, for the beginning of one of the most exciting stories in all 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 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.