Mutual Presents: Saturday Story Circle- The Adventures of Superman #6.3

Sunday Showcase, highlighting some of the best audio storytelling found anywhere. All right here on the Mutual Audio Network. The following audio drama is rated G for general audiences. Welcome to the sky, or rather, Mutual presents on the air, in the air, through the air. I'm Jack Ward with co-pilot Penny the Cat as we look for our Saturday Story Circle hero from the Mutual Broadcasting System.

our spiritual forefather to the Mutual Audio Network, Superman. This week, it's another full weekly serial as one big adventure as the man from tomorrow takes on Candy Meyers' big story. Let's tune in for that next exciting show. faster than a speeding bullet more powerful than a locomotive Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman! Kellogg's Pat! P.E.P.F. Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal presents The Adventures of Superman.

Today, as we begin an exciting new adventure, Candy Meyer's big story has led the private... straight into a mysterious ambush. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. You know, one of the best things about the prizes in Kellogg's Pep is the swell surprise when you see which one of the three different kinds of Pep prizes you'll find at your next pack.

For instance, you might find one of 18 different comic buttons to pin on your jacket or your beanie cap. Each picturing a favorite comic strip character and bright color... Or you might find a model of a famous Allied fighting plane, one of seven exciting plane models in the series, made of colored cardboard and a cinch to put together.

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After rescuing Editor Perry White and John Grayson and crushing the attempt by Rufus Pelley to wreck the World Peace Federation, Superman returns to the Daily Planet in his guise of reporter... He had hardly arrived when he received a phone call from his friend Candy Myers, the private detective, who told him to come to his house in half an hour and be in on a terrific news story. But a few minutes later in the little yard behind his wife...

Candy was ambushed by several men who weeped at him from the darkness. As we continue now, unaware of what has happened, Kent is in a taxi cab with Perry White, en route to keep his appointment with Candy. Listen. You've had a rough time. You want to go home to bed. Nothing going, Kent. I got one big scoop tonight, and now, according to Candy Myers, we're going to get another one. Ah, two news beats in one night.

That's what happens when the old man rolls up his sleeves and goes to work. Uh-huh. Meaning yourself, I presume? Naturally. Didn't I get the Rufus Pally story? Why, uh... Yeah, yes, I suppose you did. You suppose I did. If I didn't, who did? You? Well, I might have had a little to do with it. Are you kidding? You weren't within 40 miles of the island when Superman and I wrapped up Mr. Pelly and his rats and the story. Oh, it was you and Superman, eh? You bet it was.

Well, I'll admit he did most of the work. Nice of you to admit that. But I was on the ball every minute. Uh-huh. Just goes to show that when the chips are down, the old man can give you the young punk reporters all the breaks and still come home with the story. How wonderful. What did you say? Nothing!

I wonder what this story is that Candy Myers has got hold of. All I know is he said it would rip this town wide open. Sounds wonderful. Myers doesn't talk through his head, does he? Oh, sir, not Candy. Oh, good. Hey, this driver must think we're out for the air. Now look, driver, we're in a hurry. Relax, Bart. Bart! You're practically there.

Hey, do you mind using all four wheels when you turn a corner? You said you was in a hurry, didn't you? Sure, but I want to get there alive. Easy, Chief. Here we are. Thank goodness. What a driver. Well, this is it, kids. Kids. That'll be 165. I got it, Gene. Never mind, never mind. Keep your... Here you are, driver. Get the change. Much obliged, Pop. No, it's Pop. Now, listen, you. Wait a minute. Come on, Chief. Come on. Don't be so sensitive. All right. Let go of my sleep.

This is a forsaken neck of the woods. Yeah, true. What does Candy live out there for? Well, he used to be a waterfront detective, and he likes the waterfront. All accounting for taste. Watch the step. I see him. I see him. Money. Money. Candy isn't home. How do you know he isn't? Well, I can... Well, there are no lights. Oh, it's late. I just decided to take a little nap until we got here. Oh, no, he didn't. I mean, that isn't likely. Now, look, look, I was with Superman tonight.

Go on face to face and take my word for it you're not anything like him. So stop trying to see through the door. Ring the bell. Go on. All right. Never mind, never mind. Said to be here in 30 minutes, didn't he? Yes. And it's about 45 minutes since he called. I know, but I... Wait, Scott. What? What's the matter? The backyard. Follow me, Chief. Candy on the ground, Chief. Candy. Candy. Good God, Ray. Well, what happened to us, either in an accident or...

No, he was beat. Terribly beat. Well, who... Oh, never mind. Listen to it's hard, Ken. Is he? All right, all right. Wait a minute. Just a minute, please, Chief. Yes, his heart's beating. Very weakly. Uh-oh, wait a minute, what's this in his hand? A handkerchief? Yes, it is a handkerchief. But what? Are you going to waste time looking at a handkerchief at a time like this? We've got to find it after.

Wait a minute. The Marine Hospital isn't far from here. We'll take candy there. Oh, no, no. We haven't got a car. Go to the corner and find a cab. Okay, okay. I hope I can find one. He's gone. Out of these clothes. Quickest way to get poor Candy to the hospital is a superman. There we are. All set. Now up with him. Gently. So. Now. Up and away! Oh, there you are, kid. Now listen, what's the... Cavio and Candy were both gone.

How did you get here? I found some fast transportation. Now, what do you mean? I was only gone a minute. What's the difference? Here comes the doctor. Doctor, how's Candy Myers? Pretty weak, but he'll pull through. Oh, that's fine. Oh, that's wonderful. Can we see him? Not until morning, Mr. Kent. Poor champ received a terrible beating.

No, that's why we want to see him as soon as we can. We want to find out if he knows who the rascals are who did it. It will have to wait until morning. Mr. Myers needs rest and we've given him a sedative to make sure he gets it. I say. Come on, Kent. We'll grab a few hours sleep at the newspaper club and be back first thing in the morning.

He's right in here, gentlemen. Now remember, Mr. Myers is much better, but don't let him talk too much. We won't, Doctor. Come on, Chief. My supplies, Dr. Ross. That's all right. Good Godfrey. Look at all the bandages on him, Candy. Poor chap. Uh, how you doing, Candy? Oh, hello, Kent. Hi. Hi, Mr. White. Well, how are you feeling? Like I was put through a meat grinder. Not bad. I was with you. Oh, we're all... Who gave you the works, Candy? Oh, some bad boys.

What bad boys? Oh, uh, their names escaped me. Come on, come on. I can see you know who they are. Well, I... I got a rough idea. Well, then tell us. We want to help you. Ah, thanks, John, but... I don't need any help. Oh, now, look here. You heard me, Kent. This is strictly my own party. I suspect a very fancy double cross. Well, some boys got rough, so...

Okay. Little Candy will have to prove to some punks he can take care of himself. But look, Candy... How'd the Dodgers come out yesterday? Anybody know? I know. Now listen to me. You were beaten within an inch of your life. You're telling me. And now you've got some fool idea of settling things in your own way. You're a detective. You know that isn't the way to play. You're all through, Kent. Well, for the moment then, tell me how the Dodgers made out yesterday. Oh, confound it, my...

Look, Candy, what happened to you last night was tied up with the big story you said you had for me. Isn't that right? I'm not talking, Charlie. But you've got to talk. Look, I don't know what this is all about, but I do know that you're heading for more trouble. A lot more. Here. Look at this. What's that? A handkerchief.

It was carefully placed in your hand when I found you last night. Yes, I remember. Look, there's writing on it. There is. What does it say? It's printed very roughly in ink. It says... Keep your nose clean. What? In the vernacular, Chief, that means keep your nose out of other people's business. Oh, the dirty rats. They thought they could scare me into laying off my investigation, huh? They thought I'd be scared to even go near that subway now and... Subway? What about a subway?

Alright, come on Candy, come on Gary. What's this about a subway and an investigation? Every time I open my big mouth, I put my foot in it. Okay, chums, I... I guess I'll have to give you the lowdown. Good. What about time? Right now, I, uh... Oh, my head... spinning like a top. What? And there are polka dots in front of my eyes. No, no, no, no. I'm okay. Just... Doc said I'd be like this for a few days. Oh. But what about... Well, let me grab 40 winks first, say.

About a half hour. Sure, sure. Come back then, and I'll give you a story that'll make your eyes pop, and I mean pop. Okay, Candy, sure. Half an hour. Come on, Chief. What is the exciting story which Candy Myers has promised to reveal? Stand by for the startling climax of today's episode, which follows in just a moment. You know, if you made a list of the good things, you wanted a breakfast cereal. They'd add up to Kellogg's Pet. Sure. Take the way it looks for a...

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Mr. Myers. What is it, Doctor? Mr. Myers. Candy. What about him? He... He's gone. Gone? Gone? What do you mean? Well, I... I wanted to see how he was getting along. Yes. So, I went to his room a few moments ago and he wasn't there. What? That's right. Once more, he's no place in the hospital. I can't understand it. He seems to have vanished. Good God, Frank. Their jaws dropping in amazement. Clark Kent and Harry White stare at the pale position.

How could the injured Candy Myers disappear from the hospital in broad daylight? What has happened to Candy? Is this latest development a further sequel to the Starkling story he had promised to reveal? Tomorrow's episode is tense and exciting, fellows and girls, so don't miss it. Join in, same time, same station. And remember for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman.

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Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal presents... The Adventures of Superman. Today, a strange mystery hovers over the news story that Candy Myers promised Clark Kent. As without any reason, Candy disappeared. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. Say, how's breakfast at your house? Is it, you know, just breakfast? Or is it a snappy sort of meal that looks cool and crisp?

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Promising a sensational news scoop, private detective Candy Myers asked Clark Kent to come to his waterfront bungalow that night. But when Kent arrived with editor Perry White, they found Candy unconscious cruelly... The next morning in the hospital, Candy refused to discuss the affair, saying he had an idea who his attackers were, and insisting angrily that he would deal with them alone.

Finally, however, he agreed to tell his story if Kenton White would leave him for half an hour because he was tired. But as Kenton White started back to his room, Candy's physician met them with startling news. Ross, why are you so excited?

What? Who's gone? Mr. Myers is... He's gone. Gone? What do you mean, doctor? I went to his room a few minutes ago. Yes? But he wasn't there. Wasn't there? And he isn't anywhere else in the hospital. He... He simply vanished. Good God. Let's have a look in his room. Come on. Right here in this room. In this bed. Yes, I know. But when I came in to see him a few minutes ago, he was gone. I can't understand it. We left him here just half an hour ago. He said he wanted to take a nap.

You say you searched the hospital, Dr. Ross? Yes. Yes, he isn't here, Mr. Kent. Oh, nonsense. He must be here. He couldn't just disappear into thin air. It's obvious that Candy either walked out, Chief. He couldn't walk out. He was hurt too badly. Candy's a pretty tough customer. I see his street clothes are gone from the closet. He couldn't walk, I tell you. Could he, Doctor? Well, he was in bad shape.

But as Mr. Kent says, he's rugged. He might have walked, but I... Walked? Walked where? The corridor is full of nurses and doctors. Candy was bound up in bandages like a mummy. Somebody would have seen him. That's what I was about to say. He could have left through this window. The window.

Are you out of your mind, Kent? Oh, take a look for yourself, Chief. This is a low second floor, and the roof of the veranda runs directly below. It's only a short drop to the veranda roof and another short drop to the ground. It's a short drop for you, but not for an injured man. Anyhow, why in Thunderwood Candy want to pull a fool stunt like that? I might not have wanted to. He might have been forced. Forced by who? Why? Candy was badly beaten last night because of something he discovered.

It's possible that someone overheard him promise to tell us all about it and spirited him away so he couldn't talk. Good heavens. Nobody could have overheard him. The three of us were here alone in this room. Somebody could have been out there on that veranda roof, right under the window. Oh, well. Dr. Ross, I suggest you contact the police at once. We'll get in touch with you later. Very well. Come on, Chief. Where? To Candy's house. I just remembered something. Something very important.

Now, just what in thunder are you looking for, Kent? I told you, Chief. Kent, he was investigating something. Apparently, he made an important discovery which somebody didn't want him to make. Now, I can figure that out for myself, Mr. President Detective. But what was he investigating, and what discovery did he make? Nothing there. I don't know what he discovered. That's a great help. But I think he was investigating the subway. The subway? Mm-hmm.

Do you remember when the new tube under 9th Avenue caved in last month? I'll say I do. Three people killed and a couple hundred injured. What about it? Only this. Candy was riding in the subway at the time. And he barely escaped serious injury. And what's more, he was wild mad when he saw all those people hurt. Matter of fact, he came to me. He said he wanted me to help him investigate the accident. I was going to, but that atom bomb story came up then.

Well... Well, just that I think Candy went on with the investigation himself. Stubborn guy, you know. I believe he may have turned up something. Oh, nonsense. The city made its own investigation. They found the cave-in was caused by a fault in the rock, which hadn't been there when the tube was put through. Just one of those unfortunate things, that's all.

Maybe. No maybe about it. Mayor Marshall issued the report himself. You don't doubt his honesty, do you? No, but... You'd better not. He worked like a dog to help elect him. No. Candy must have been working on something else. Thank you. Well, there's nothing in this chest but some shirts and stuff. And there was nothing in the desk or in the bedroom.

Afraid the fellas who beat him up last night got away with his evidence. If there was any evidence. Oh, say, how about his office? No, it's always closed during August. Jackson, his assistant, takes his vacation then, and Candy goes to the ballgame. Say, look, Chief. I'm going back to the hospital. What for? Well, someone may have turned up by now who saw Candy being taken away. If so, I'll have to move fast.

I don't think Candy will get away with just a beating this time. Oh, no. Well, isn't there something we can do? I'm going to do something. Right now. Now, you can get... You're going to do something. Yes. Now, please, Chief. No question. But... I suggest you send a good reporter. Say, uh, uh, Tony Sloan. Huh? Out to that subway cave-in right away. I passed it the other day, and it isn't quite cleaned up yet.

Tell him to get samples of the concrete used in the tube and the Ryu still harping on that. I tell you, there's nothing in it. Wait a minute, wait a minute, please.

When I showed Candy the handkerchief we found by him last night, the one that had, uh, keep your nose clean printed on it, he blurted out that somebody was trying to frighten him into staying away from the subway. I don't remember his saying anything about a subway. He just said somebody was trying to scare him. No, no, he said the subway, I tell you.

Now, please, Chief, we're losing valuable time. Candy's life is at stake. We can't afford to overlook any kind of clue. All right, all right. I'll send somebody out. Fine. Now, I'll get out. I can't send Tony Sloan. He's on the corner. Harry Goldman is doing the follow-up on the Peli case. I'll send you. Oh, no. No, it might be too dangerous for him. Dangerous? Dangerous, my...

Oh, well, okay. I'll send Lois along with him. Okay, but tell him to be careful. Very careful. I'll see you later, Chief. We got here just in time, Jim. See, the steam shovel is clearing out what's left of the cave in, too. Yeah, the hole will be clean in no time.

How are we going to get close enough to get some chunks of the old concrete in the rock? There are guards all around the place. I know how. Come with me. Where, Miss Lane? To that big dump truck. The steam shovel is dropping the old concrete into... Oh, you mean we'll snitch some out of the truck? Oh, we're not snitching, Jim. That stuff belongs to the city and we're citizens. Besides, it's valueless. They're just going to take it somewhere and dump it.

Maybe into the harbor. It's not valueless, but helps us find Candy Myers. Gosh, poor Candy. She's an awful swelter. That's allowed. Do you want everyone to know what we're here for? I'm sorry. We're just working around all of the guards. Well, we don't know who's around, Jim. Get ready now. When we get behind the truck, fill that shoebox, but do it quickly. I will. Stay on this side of the truck until we get to the rear so that the guards don't see us. Okay. Get ready. All right, Jim. Now. Okay.

What? Oh, I'm sorry. Got a junior mailbox. Come on, then. Hurry. Right. Watch for an empty taxi. Gosh, when that guard hollered at you, my heart jumped right up in my throat. Never mind the guard. Just keep your eyes peeled for a taxi. Oh, I'll feel better when we're away from the ass. Oh, I hear these guys. Look out! Jim, behind the car!

Shouting, Lois Lane seizes Jimmy Olsen's arm as a large black sedan roars down on them from behind. We'll return in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode. So stand by. Say, it's a big moment, isn't it, when Mom opens a package of Kellogg's Pep? Because right away, you're looking to see which one of those three kinds of swell Pep prizes you'll get.

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As Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen were leaving the scene of the recent subway cave-in with a shoebox full of concrete specimens, a large black sedan, throttle open, roared down on the boy reporter from behind. Shouting an alarm, Lois sees Jimmy's arm. Look out! Jim! Look out! You saved my life, Miss Lane. I'm weak in the knees. That stupid driver. He must have seen you. Sure he did. He didn't even blow his horn. Look, here he comes now.

I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. So am I. You all right, kid? Yeah, but it's not your fault. Why don't you look where you're going? What were you trying to do? Kill us both? Gee, I'm sorry. Here, let me brush you off, kid. Never mind. Come here, Harry. Give me a hand, will you? Okay, Joe. I said never mind brushing me off. Take your hands off me. Come on. Walk a little bit, kid.

See if you're okay. Are you all right, Jim? Sure, I'm okay. Let go of me, I said. I want to make sure. Take his arm, Harry. Come on, kid. Hey, what's the idea? You let him alone. Get to the car with your kid. What? Hey, let go. Get in there. Okay, Harry, step on it. Help! Help! It's late! Struggling frantically, Jimmy Olsen is thrust into the black sedan, which rushes away, leaving Lois Lane so thunderstormed. And she cannot even call out. What does this mean? Here's the shoebox of old Congress.

which Jimmy still clutches instinctively. reason for this mysterious What will happen to the boy reporter? And what has happened to Candy Meyer? Our story has taken a strange and menacing twist. Don't fail to be with us Monday when stranger things occur and a startling surprise. Tune in, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast... For excitement, the adventures of Superman.

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Faster than a spinning bullet! Продолжение следует... Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound! Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! That's Superman! Come on, Cap! Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal presents... The Adventures of Superman! Today, the man of steel has dealt another blow when he finds that not only is Candy Meyer still missing, but Jimmy Olsen has... Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough.

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A few minutes after Promising Clark hit a sensational story, Private Detective Candy Myers was ambushed by several men and severely beaten. In the hospital, Candy was reluctant to discuss the affair, but finally agreed to tell his story to Kent and editor Perry White. Before he could do so, however, he disappeared. Knowing that Candy had been investigating a recent subway disaster, Kent searched for his friend, while Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane went to a caved-in subway tube.

There, Jimmy filled a shoebox with samples of the broken concrete which was being removed. But as he was leaving with Lois, he was seized by some men, forced into a car and spirited away. As we continue now, some time has elapsed, and Lois is in Perry White's office at the Daily Planet. A fine reporter you are, Lois.

Didn't you have sense enough to get the license number of the car? If you'll just listen a moment, Chief. I started to tell you I tried to, but it was smeared with mud. I couldn't read the numbers. All I'm sure of is that it was a metropolis plate. One corner was clean enough for me to see the couch. Ah, big help, that is.

There are only about a half a million cars from Metropolis. But what about the men who grabbed Jim? You must have seen them. I got a good look at two of them. One was husky and dark about... Oh, 32 years old, he wore a tan sport shirt. And the other one was smaller, husky too, with watery blue eyes. The first one called him Harry. Well, did you give those descriptions to Inspector Henderson? Of course I did. Oh, Chief, I'm so worried. You're worried? Well, what do you think I am?

And what are we going to tell Jim's mother? I don't know. And Ken. He should have studied tattooing. A fine reporter he is. Just when he's needed, where is he? I don't know. Probably looking for footprints in Mrs. O'Leary's vegetable patch. Who's Mrs. O'Leary? How should I know? That kid, I couldn't... You could watch him. Oh, here you are. Now it's about time.

Now, listen, Clark, the most terrible thing has happened. Jim... I know all about it, Lois. I just left Inspector Henderson. Oh, yeah? Did he find out anything yet, apart from what the day of the week it is, I mean? Not yet, but don't sneer at him, Chief. He's a good man, and he's doing everything possible. I know, I know. It's just that... Well, somebody's got to find Jim.

If we only had a lead, if we only knew why he was taken away. That's simple. Simple. What do you mean, Clark? Jim was taken away for the same reason Candy Myers was beaten up last night. But why would... Candy had already discovered something about the cave-in of the new 9th Avenue subway tube. Something somebody didn't want him to discover.

Well, when Jim was seen taking concrete specimens from the dump truck, the same somebody decided he knew too much, too, so... So they grabbed him. Exactly. Maybe, maybe. But that's all theory, Cap. Have you any proof? No, I haven't yet.

I got a hunch I'm right. Well, that's not enough. How are you going to... I could only find Candy. He could tell me where to look for Jim. Candy? Candyhood? Sure, he knew who was behind all this. But you remember, Chief, that's what he was going to tell us before he disappeared. Oh, yes, that's right. I only knew where he was. Oh, that may be Henderson. I'll take it. I've got it. Hello. I want to talk to Clark Kent.

Is that you, Candy? Is it racist? Yeah. I'd have worried when you couldn't find me in the hospital, huh? Well, I'll say, we certainly were. What happened? Who took you out of there? Took myself out. What? I can't be. Sure. Told you I had a job to do, didn't I? Nobody can make a sucker in a punching bag out of Candy Meyers. No, sir. Oh. Oh, I see. Uh, look Candy. Where are you? Never mind where I am. But you've got to tell me, Candy, or else you've got to come here.

You see, something's happened. Jim was... I'm not gonna tell you, and I'm not gonna come there. But look, Candy, I... I thought this was my own party. I know, but... I'm gonna handle it all by my lonesome. But, Candy, listen, Jim... I just wanted to tell you about the hostel. You're my pal, Kent. But look... I don't want you to worry. No, wait Candy. Jim was taken away by the same people who beat you. Candy! Candy! Candy! Candy!

Oh, yeah. Wouldn't tell me where he was. Why? I don't know. He gave me the same routine he did this morning about this being his own personal fight, and he was going to settle it alone. Sounded a bit strange. How do you mean strange? I don't quite know. Well, wasn't I that now? Did he tell you who took him out of the hospital? Nobody did. He said he just walked out. What? Sure.

Oh, now how am I going to find Jim? I was counting on Candy to tell me. Wait a minute. Henry Marshall. Who? The mayor. Oh, what about him? What are you talking about, Candy? I've got to talk to Mayor Marshall at once. I'll see you later. Mr. Mayor, I'm convinced that Jim Olsen's disappearance is tied up with that subway cave-in. Somebody has something to hide. I'm sure I can't imagine what, Kent. There was nothing mysterious about that terrible disaster last month.

I think there was. I tell you, there wasn't. Just as I told your friend Candy Myers. I went over the investigation report very carefully. The cave-in was caused by a fault in the rock above the tube. The fault developed after the tube was put through. I see. Uh, tell me, who was in charge of the investigation? Clint Morgan, the building commissioner. Clint Morgan.

He's a man I want to see, but I don't happen to know him. Would you mind introducing me? No, I'll be glad to as soon as he gets back to town. Back to town? Why, where is he? On vacation. Just went away today. He'll be gone about two weeks. Oh, I can't wait that long. Uh, do you happen to know where he's vacationing? No, no, I have no idea, Kent, but... Now, look here, Mr. Mayor, this is serious. A boy's life may be at stake. If you're gonna start pussying... Now, just a moment, Kent.

If I didn't think so much of you personally and of your newspaper, I'd resent that. But I know you're worried. I tell you, I don't know where Morgan is. He wouldn't tell anyone where he was going on his vacation. He said he was worn out. He was going to fish and rest where nobody could bother. Oh, I see. I'm sorry I made that crack, Mr. Mayor, but I'm worried. You see, I can't locate Candy Myers, and I thought the building commissioner might be able to... Oh, excuse me. Yes, surely. Yes?

Candy Myers on the line, sir. Candy Myers? On the phone, you say? Yes. Tell her to put him on, Mr. Mayor, and for heaven's sake, try to make him tell you where he is. All right. Put him on, Miss Johnson. Strange cat we were just talking about. I know. Hello. Mayor Marshall? Yes. Look, Mr. Myers.

I have someone here at the moment. Tell me where you are, and I'll call you back in a few minutes. I'm in a drugstore. Drugstore? Find out where. And you can't call me back. Oh, why not? Because nobody's going to know where I am until I finish my job. You'll listen to me, Mr. Mayor. I wasn't born yesterday, see? And I wasn't born the day before.

I know what the score is, see? I know all about it. I can't hear you. There's some disturbance on the line. I'll call the operator. No, no, don't. You might break the connection. There, the line's clearing. See if you can't get him to tell you where that drug store is, I must know. Then I'll do my best.

Scare Candy Myers. I said I'd find out about that subway cable. I missed what you said, Myers. There was some noise on the line. Now, if you'll just let me call you back. The noise is gone now. It was just the L train outside, so you don't have to call me back. The elevator train. It means he's on Market Street.

I'll find him. You better listen to what I say, Mr. Mayor. You hear me? Now, wait, Kent. Market Street is over ten miles long. There must be hundreds of drugstores. No, but you're just trying to keep him talking. Yes, but... Yes, yes, I hear you, Myers. You can't possibly find him, Kent. I have to find him. So long. Let's see. Where can I change clothes? Ah, there's nobody in this office at the moment. Just borrow it long enough to strip down to my Superman costume.

Oh, Candy's in a drugstore somewhere on Market Street, eh? That's where the L train runs. If I can only find him before he leaves, he can tell me where Jim is. All right, there we are. All set. Now up with this window. And out. Up! And away! Leaving from the city hall, Superman streaks away to Market Street to begin his desperate search for Candy Myers. Will he find him? We'll be back in a moment to find out. So stand by.

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Wait a minute. That's a drug star. Nope. Candy has meant it. Aye! I must find him. He can help me find Jim. There's another drugstore. Oh, he's not there either. Away! Faster! Oh, if only the mayor kept him talking so can he didn't leave the store. I'll hold it. There's another drugstore. Oh, wait a minute. That crowd of people outside. Oh, there's a man lying on the sidewalk. Great Scott, it's Candy. Down to him. Down. Is he really dead?

Rooted in his tracks, his sense is reeling. Superman looks over the heads of the crowd at the motionless figure of Candymeyer sprawled on the sidewalk. Here's the crowd babble that his friend is... What has happened now? How can Superman trace Jimmy Olsen? He had counted on Candy Myers to direct him to the missing boy reporter. Don't miss tomorrow's thrilling episode, whatever you do, fellows and girls. Tune in, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pet.

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Believing that Private Detective Candy Myers had been beaten up and abducted because of his investigation of a recent subway disaster, Mark Kent searched for his friend while Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane went to the scene of the disaster. They were leaving with samples of the rubble when Jimmy was seized, thrown into a car, and driven away. Hoping that Candy could furnish a clue to Jimmy's whereabouts, Kent redoubled his efforts to find the detective.

Finally, a strange phone call from Candy Myers himself told Kent only that he was in a drugstore somewhere on Market Street. As Superman, Kent streaked above Market Street, and on a sidewalk outside a drugstore, he saw the sprawled, motionless figure of Candy. As we continue now, Superman has resumed his guise of Clark Kent, and having carried Candy into the back room of the drugstore, is standing by as Dr. Jacobs, a neighborhood physician who was hastily summoned, works over him.

Candy's moving his head, Doctor. Yes, he's regaining consciousness. Good. I hope as soon as you've questioned him, you'll persuade him to go home to bed, Mr. Candy. He's quite weak, apparently from the terrible beating you say he got last night. That's why he fainted. Yes, poor chap. Why he sounded so strange over the telephone. I don't think he knew what he was saying. That's quite likely. Oh, he is coming too. Candy. Candy. He hasn't fully regained consciousness yet.

Where? Well, what happened? Will you hold your head up, please, Mr. Cannon? Sure, of course I will. I'm an easy candy boy, easy. No, no, it's okay. Drink this, young man. No, drink your candy. Well, that'll make you feel better. Let him lie down again, though. All right. Where am I? You're in a drugstore, Candy, but you're okay. You just fainted. Fainted? Mm-hmm. Look, Cat, it's you, isn't it, Cat? Sure it is. Now, just you take it easy. Get your strength back.

I'll remember. He's doing all right now. Well, I've got to leave. I have a patient waiting. If you need me, ask the druggist to call me. I'll be right over. I will. Thanks a million, Doctor. You're welcome. Who's that? That's Dr. Jacobs. Oh, wait a minute, doctor. I haven't paid you. Don't worry about it. I'll send you bills sometime. Goodbye and good luck. Goodbye. I don't get it. Say I fainted, Kent. Yes, you left the hospital today like a chump. Oh, yeah. Remember that I was

Gonna square things with Clint Morgan and his goons, but then I got kind of dizzy. Clint Morgan, the building commissioner? Yeah, the dirt. Uh, uh, no. No, no, it wasn't that Morgan. Some other guy. Oh, cut it out, Candy. Cut it out. Now the gym's missing. You've got to come clean with everything you know. Uh, Jim? Yes. You mean Jim Halston? I think he's in the hands of the same gang who beat you up last night.

Jim, my... Oh, please, now, don't give me any more of that. This is strictly my own party routine. You've got to help me find Jim. Yeah, sure, of course. Can't I not have to do anything for Jim, you know that, but... Well, what happened? Tell me.

Well, when you disappeared from the hospital this morning, I thought you'd been taken away by the gang who beat you up. Uh-huh. Go on. Well, from something you let slip, I was pretty sure that you were in trouble because you were investigating the cave-in on the new 9th Avenue subway, too. I don't know how you figured that out, but you were right. And I reasoned that you'd found out something about that cave-

Something somebody didn't want you to. Right again. So while I tried to pick up your trail from the hospital, Jim and Lois went over to the cave in to pick up some samples of the concrete. I am there. You said Lois. Uh-huh. Why don't tell me she's missing, too. Oh, no, no, no. She's all right. No, it's just Jim. See, some men grabbed him when he was leaving with the stuff, threw him into a car, and got away with him. It must have been Clint Morgan.

His gorillas probably saw Jim sneaking the concrete samples. No, no, sir, it wasn't Morgan. Lois described the men, and while I don't know Morgan, I have seen him, and it wasn't he. Well, of course not. I don't mean Morgan himself. It was his goons. I'm sure of it. Just like I'm sure they gave me the works last night. Did you recognize them? No, but I know it was. Because Morgan tried to hush me up when he found out I was all set to pin the ramp for the subway cave in on him.

That was after I got a photostatic copy of the original engineer's report on the subway side, showing the fault in the rock before the tube was built. What? You mean they knew they'd have trouble? Yes, sir, brother!

But Morgan went through with the subway anyhow, probably because he was getting a rake-off from the contractors. And then after the cave-in, when all those people were killed and hurt, he puts out a statement saying the fault had developed in the rock after the tube went through. Wow, that is something.

Look, Candy, you say you have a photo stand of the original engineer's report? I said I had it. Like a dope, I was carrying it with me last night to show you when Morgan's muscle men jumped me. Well, here goes your evidence. And your case. Not quite. It looks as if Morgan is still jumpy, figuring if I smell out the truth, somebody else might too. Why do you say that? Because otherwise, when he saw Jim nosing around the cave in, or his stooges did, they wouldn't bother getting him out of the way.

That could be. Oh, if I only knew where Morgan was. At his office or his house. No, no, no, he's gone. Oh, what's the matter? Just a little wuzzy for a- All right, let's go. Just an hour. See, Morgan's out of town, and nobody apparently knows where he went. Oh, Filoni, he was in town yesterday morning. I saw him in his office.

And he told me to... I told him to come clean or I'd bust him high, wide, and handsome. Oh, that's the answer. That explains why he promptly left town on vacation for three weeks and didn't even tell the mayor where he was going. No kidding. Sure, he said he wanted...

Complete rest and quiet. Well, how do you like that, cutie? As soon as I left, he turned his dogs on me, then hopped out of town, so if I lived and squawked, he had himself an alibi. Sure. Wait a minute. I think I can find out where he is.

Look, Candy, you get a cab and go home. Now, wait a minute. Better yet, go to my apartment. You'll be safe there. Go home now? Are you kidding? Not at all. The doctor says you need rest. The doctor can take the rest for me. Come on, come on. Quit arguing and get going. We've got to find Jim. Yeah, no better than I argue with you. All right, come on. Where? First stop, City Hall. The Commissioner is on vacation.

Anything I can do for you? The only thing you can do for us is tell us where he is. Why, I don't know, Mr. Meyer. Don't give us that. I tell you, I don't know. Mr. Morgan was very tired. Yeah, yeah, but I know why he was so tired. Easy, Andy, easy. So he decided to take his vacation a little earlier than he had planned. I know I did that, too. But where in places did he go? No one knows where he is, Mr. Myers. All he told us, any of us, even his sister...

with whom he makes his home is that he was going fishing somewhere where he could have complete rest and no interruptions. Ain't that just peach candy, please? Now, look, Mr. Tyson, it isn't at all necessary that we see Mr. Morgan. No. Hey, are you kidding? All we want to do is leave a message for him. A message. Now, wait a minute. You can give it to him whenever he comes back. Well, I... You've gone nuts. Will you be quiet, Candy, or must I pick you up by the scruff of the neck and deposit...

outside. Okay, okay. I don't get it. This is the message for Commissioner Morgan, Mr. Tyson. Just tell him... Get this now. Tell Mr. Morgan, the frost kills the leaves, and the frost is expected early this year. Huh? The frost kills the... Will you please repeat that, Mr. Kent? I said the frost kills the leaves. And the frost is expected early this year. Very early. Have you got that? Why, I guess, but you tell Mr. Morgan the message is from Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.

I'm sure he'll be very much interested. Yes, sir. Come on, Candy. Good day, Mr. Tyson. Good day. Now, wait. Come along. No, listen, will you? Let go of my... I know what I'm doing! I think... Candy, you idiot. Almost gave the show away. I tell you, you're nuts. Loco, off the rail. We come in here to find out where Morgan is so we can find Jim and... For please sake, keep your voice down. Then you make with the wacky talk. The frost kills the leaves. I shall please...

Now look, in just about half a minute, if all goes well, I'll have the answers. You'll have what answers? I'll know where Clint Morgan is. And maybe where Jim is, too. Blankly, Candy Myers stares at Clark Kent as they stand in the corridor outside Building Commissioner Clint Morgan's office. What does Kent mean? We'll know more in a moment when we return for the exciting climax of today's episode. So stand by.

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Candy, if all goes well, I'll know where Clint Morgan is. And maybe where Jim is, too. What? How will you know? Never mind. Be quiet now. Here it comes. Here what comes? What are you staring at the door for? Candy, please. Okay, but if you ask me, you've got conflict. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Okay, I've got it. Brother, I don't know what you've got, but I know what you need. A straitjacket. Now, will you please tell me what... Listen, I know where Clint Morgan is.

You do? Yes. Tyson just called him to give him my message, as I knew he would. So... How did you know he called him? We're out here in the hall. Never mind how I know. Now listen, you get over to the Daily Planet and wait for me or my phone call. Within two minutes, I'll be with Mr. Morgan. And if we guessed right, with Jim, too. So long now. I can't wait! Cass! Sir, help me. I think the guy's gone completely off his nut.

Shaking his head pityingly, Candy Myers watches Clark Kent hurry away around a bend in the corridor. Unaware that Kent is Superman, and that as Superman he saw and heard enough through Commissioner Morgan's closed door to galvanize him into action. What did Kent hear? Will, whatever it is, lead him to Jim Olsen. Tomorrow's 10th episode is packed with action and suspense, so don't miss it. Jodan, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pass.

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And now, the adventures of Superman. Believing that a recent subway disaster in Metropolis stemmed from corruption in the city government, Private Detective Candy Myers conducted a one-man investigation. Then, satisfied that his suspicions were well-founded, he offered Clark Kent a scoop. But before he could talk, Candy was ambushed and beaten up. And the next day, cub reporter Jimmy Olsen was abducted.

While Kent searched for Jim, Beanie Martin, head coffee boy at the Daily Planet, made a startling discovery. Dangling from one of the hands of the huge insurance company clock, 45 stories above the street, was a tiny human figure. Hastily summoning Editor Perry White and Lois Lane to the window in Kent's office, which overlooked the insurance building, Beanie pressed a pair of binoculars into Lois' hands. And as we continue now, Lois gasps as she focuses the binoculars on the clock.

Good heavens, Chief! It's Jim! Jim? Jim where? Hanging from the insurance building clock. It's Jim, I tell you! Sure it is, Mr. Floyd! You're joking! I am not! Here, here are the binoculars. See for yourself. Give them to me. Now where? Right there, on the minute head. But what is this? How do you get up there? Good God, Fred. It is Jim. Of course it is. What do we do, Jim?

Oh, what have I done? I don't know, but do something fast. Call Inspector Henderson. Call the fire department. Don't just stand there, be me. Okay. Wait a minute. The police are already down there in the street and the fire department, too. Somebody must have called him already. Then why don't they do something? The boy won't be able to hang on much longer. Jim, look out. What is it? One of his hands slipped. He was just hanging on with one hand now. Oh, why does... Don't stop my...

What's the matter with the fire department? They've got their ladders, I'll say, but they don't go more than halfway into the clock. They've got to do something before... No! Jim! Jim! What is it, Chief? Holly, now what? The clock has... The one Jim's hanging to it! It slipped off! What? There! There it slipped again! Oh, I can't look anymore! Oh, the poor kitty! He hasn't a chance! Who hasn't a chance?

Oh, Clark. Jim, he's up there on the insurance building. Clark, Mr. Kent. Here, take these binoculars. Yes, look for yourself. Oh, he hasn't a chance. Oh, the poor kid. All right, Scott. The park hand's slipping down. It's going to break. Where are you going? There we are. I'll be right back. In the White's office.

Thank goodness nobody's in here. This is a job for Superman. Out of these clothes fast. How in the world did Jim ever get up there? Uh-oh. That clock hand's breaking. Jim's falling. Out through the window. Diving through Barry White's closed window, Superman flashes upward and rounds the corner of the Daily Planet building as Jimmy Olsen, his grip broken, plummets down toward the street below, where gasping, awe-stricken crowds scatter in frantic hate.

Resting and whirling, he falls halfway to the street when suddenly, a streak of red and blue cleaves through the air like a meteoric arrow. Grasps the falling boy as lightly as a feather and rockets upward with him again to disappear through Editor White's shattered window on the Daily Planet. A moment later, once again in his guise and garb of Clark Kent, Superman is joined by Perry White and Lois Lane, both frantic with worry. Jim, are you all right? Jimmy, speak to me.

Miss Lane, I guess. Oh, thank heaven. No, that's fine. And now, young man, since you have succeeded in scaring us nearly out of our wits, perhaps you'll tell us what in thunder you were doing up there on that clock. To tell you... I don't know. You don't know? What do you mean? What do you mean, Jim? How did you get up there? I don't know, Mr. Kent. Honest, I don't. You don't. Now, look, just a moment, Chief. He's been through a pretty shocking experience, so let's take it easy.

All right, Jim, suppose you start at the beginning now and tell us what happened. You'll probably remember the rest of it as you go along. Okay, I'll try. See, I remember those guys grabbing me at the subway cave-in when I was with Miss Lane. Did you find out who they were? No. All I know is they threw me into their car and drove a little way. I couldn't see where. I was down on the bottom of the car. Yes? Then I heard one of them say, we'll teach the little punk to mind his own...

Right after that, something hit me behind the ear. Good heavens! That's all I really remember. Rest is like a hazy dream. Except, well, I kind of remember picking myself up in the park. In the park? Yeah, that's right. You must have thrown him out of the car in the park. Go on. Well, everything was misty, like in a fog. The only thing I seemed to see clearly was the clock on the insurance building. It was kind of shining. From the reflection of the sun, I suppose. Then watch him.

Well, it kind of registered I had to go that way. Toward the clock, I mean. Uh-huh. I guess I realized that was the way to the office. funniest thing. After a while, I couldn't see anything but the clock. Of course, you poor kid. You're obviously only half conscious. I guess so. I didn't really know what I was doing. Something just kept telling me I had to get to the clock. That's all I remember till I woke up. Fine, I was on the clock.

Hanging on to one of the hands. Good God. Great. How did you get up there? You must remember that. No. Oh, I don't remember that, Mr. Kent. Oh, that's impossible. You must have known. There's only one way you could have got up there. You probably took the elevator to the top floor and climbed out of a window, probably in a stair hall. There's a very narrow ledge there, not more than six inches wide.

Made your way along it until you got to the clock. A six-inch ledge. Forty-five stories above the street. Don't remind me about him, Miss Lane. But why? Why did he do it? I can't... He sold you. He just told you the only thing that registered on Jim in his half-conscious state was the insurance building clock. It, well, it became a fixation to him. To his subconscious, it meant home, comfort, health.

He just had to keep going until he actually had his hands on that clock. Yeah, and I wouldn't be here now if not for Superman. Golly, I wish he'd stuck around till I could thank him. Never mind that. The important thing is that you're all right. Yes. And another important thing is to get our hands on the hoodlums who are responsible for this outrage. Oh, if only we knew who they were. We have a pretty good idea who they were, Lois. What do you mean? Who can't...

The same gang who beat up Candy Myers, and who were responsible for the subway disaster last month. Who said so? It's obvious, because Jim was grabbed after he took some samples of the concrete and soil from the cave. Besides, take a look at this. What is it? What's that? Why, it's a handkerchief. Yes, a cheap handkerchief, like the one that was found in Candy's hand after he was beaten up. And look what's printed on it.

Let's say. Keep your nose clean. Well, that's the sa- Well, that's just what I said on the other handkerchief. Holy smoke! Where did you find this, Mr. Kent? It was sticking out of your jacket pocket when Superman rescued you. Gee whiz. Then you're right. It was the same gang that beat up Kent.

And this makes it look as if the subway cave-in wasn't just an unfortunate accident, as Building Commissioner Morgan said. Something must have been wrong. And Morgan was afraid the public would find out about it. And Morgan must be... No, no, no, wait. The real criminal is someone else. Oh, what do you mean? I don't want to name him unless I'm absolutely sure and until I have the goods on him. But I'll tell you this much.

Unless we get him dead to rights and get him fast. That subway disaster last month is only peanuts to what might happen in Metropolis. What do you mean, Clark? What are you talking about, Kent? Come on, come on, come on. Please, don't insist, Chief. I tell you, I'd rather not name him yet. Because if I did... Well, I might endanger you and Lord. Me and Mois! What are you talking about, Clark? Later, Mois. Later. Right now, Mr. White and I are going places. Get your hat.

What for? Where are we going? To get the goods on the man responsible for the subway cave-in. For beating up Candy Myers and for almost causing Jim to lose his life. But, Ken, come on, will you? I told you, unless we move fast, what's happened so far is nothing compared to what might happen. So grab your hat and let's go. Taking Perry White's arm, Clark Kent fairly propels him from the office. We'll continue with today's exciting episode in a moment. So stand by.

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Lock-in and editor Perry White have just arrived at the scene of the recent subway disaster where they find the cave-in is boarded over, with traffic already running over the heavy planking. Two men are just about to mount to the seat of a huge steam shovel, which has been moved to the curb.

This looks bad, Chief. What is? What are you talking about, Kent? I wish you'd tell me why you'd write me out here. I told you, to get the evidence against the man who's responsible for the subway cave-in. And who beat up Candy and Jim. What evidence? The evidence that was in the cave-in tube. But it's all gone now. The tube is as clean as a whistle. Well, now what do we do, Chief? How are we going to trap the rat behind all this before something much worse...

Dismayed, Mark Kent stares at the long pit beneath the street. Empty now of all incriminating evidence against the man who Kent says was responsible for the worst subway disaster in the history of Metropolis. and for the vicious attacks upon Candy Myers and Jimmy Olsen. Unless this man is brought to justice swiftly, Kent said, many more serious disasters might occur. Who is this mysterious man, and what can...

Angered as he has rarely been before, Kent intends to do something about it swiftly. And tomorrow he goes into action, so be sure to be with us then. Tune in, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC comic magazines and is brought to you Monday through Friday at the same time by Kellogg's Pat, the sunshine cereal.

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Today, Clark Kent and editor Perry White are confronted with no evidence to back up their suspicions. The subway wreck had been completely cleaned up, smooth as a way. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. You know, when you're about to pour cool milk on your dish of Kellogg's Bep, it's kind of fun to think how many others of the gang and thousands and thousands of homes...

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Say, uh, how are you coming with your own prize collecting gang? Have you got all seven of those colored cardboard models of fighting planes? Might be one of your next package of pep, you know. Or your next prize could be one of 24 new full-color bird pictures with a full description. So you'll be half on those birds wherever you see them. Or could be your next pep prize, or be one of 18 bright-colored comic buttons. Picturing a famous comic strip character.

Believe me, a whole collection of 18 will make a real show on your beanie cap or your jacket. So step lively, gang. Step right up and ask Mom to get you Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal, and look for the prize inside your package. Now the adventure. Because of their zeal in investigating a recent subway disaster, Private Detective Candy Myers was ambushed and beaten up, and cub reporter Jimmy Olsen narrowly escaped with his life.

Candy was certain that Clint Morgan, Metropolis Building Commissioner, was responsible for the attacks on him and Jimmy, as well as for the subway disaster. But after interviewing Morgan, Clark Kent decided that the real criminal was someone else. Someone whose name Kent thought he knew. With editor Perry White, he went to the subway cabin to pick up conclusive proof. Only to find the underground tube cleared of all rubble and wreckage. Dismayed, Kent says. Ha! I got the goods on Mike Rickey.

On whom? Mike Rickey, otherwise known as Fat Mike. Fat Mike Rickey? Oh, you mean the contractor? That's right. He built this new subway. And in the last year or two, since Clint Morgan got to be the building commissioner, Rickey's built a lot of other things for the city. A couple of bridges, playgrounds, public swimming pools.

He's made a fortune out of his city contracts. Why do you think Ricky's behind this? I thought Clint Morgan... I found Morgan very much worried, hiding out on Ricky's million-dollar farm. Tie-up is obvious. Of course. You figure Ricky's been jipping the building specifications with Morgan's cooperation, that sort of thing. I'm sure he has. New subway tubes don't just cave in.

Well, but now what do we do? Ricky must have suspected we'd come back for more samples to use as evidence. So he had his crew work like beavers and got this hole all cleaned up. Samples? Oh, you mean... The concrete he used in the tube, yes. An analysis would show whether it was up to specifications or not. God heaven only knows where it is now.

Wait a minute. Come on, Chief. What? That steam shovel across the street. It's just starting to pull away. See what it says on the cab? Yeah. Ricky Construction Company. What about it? I've got an idea. Just a minute, mister. What do you want, Max? A little information. Can you tell me where the... Ask the cop in the corner. I gotta get this shovel back to the yard before dark. This'll only take a minute.

I'd like to know where all the stuff you dug out of the cave in the concrete rubble was taken. In your father's mustache. Now, scram. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'll be glad to pay to indulge my curiosity. Here. There's ten dollars.

Ten bucks, eh? Uh-huh. Well, I'll tell you, mister, we had orders not to say where that stuff was going. Give me another ten. Wait a minute. But now the stuff is all gone, I can't see any harm in telling where it is. Especially since it ain't worth nothing in the first place. And even if it was, nobody could get at it by now. What do you mean, nobody can get at it? Because by this time, it's at the bottom of the Metropolis Harbor. Uh-oh. Oh, thanks. Forget it. See you again sometime.

Well, that's that, Kent. Maybe not. It is. Even if we hired a diver to go down to the harbor for the samples of that concrete, it wouldn't do us any good. We can't prove it came from the subway cave in. Which is exactly what Mike Ricky planned. But... But what?

First thought of something. Wait here, Chief. Where are you going now? I'll see you back at the office, Chief. What do you mean? Where are you going? I'm following a hunch and a prayer. Come back here, Kent. Now, let's see. Where can I change clothes? people around and losing time. You know, there's only one thing to do. We're on this corner on the chief's site. There we are. Now, up to that skyscraper room.

I hate to take a chance like that dressed as Clark Kent. But every second counts. Now onto these clothes. The last truck might not be at the harbor yet. And if it isn't, there's a chance for Superman to take care of Mr. Rick. There we are. All set. And away!

Leaping up from the skyscraper roof, Superman streaks away toward Metropolis Harbor, red cape streaming in the wind. He flashes across the great city, comes within view of the harbor, which is dotted with shipping, and looks down anxiously. For a moment, he sees nothing. Then a large... above the harbor catches his eye. That truck on the pier. It's lettered Ricky Construction Company and it's getting ready to empty into the harbor. Down to it. Down!

Just a minute, friend. What the? Holy smokes. Superman. Right. This rubble in the truck, it's from the subway cabin, isn't it? Yeah. Jeepers, imagine me talking to Superman. Look, do me a favor, will ya? Give me your autograph. Oh, I'll be glad to. You'll give me yours. Mine? Your kit? What do you want my autograph for? I want it under a few words testifying that these pieces of broken concrete I'm borrowing from your truck came from the subway cave-in. I don't get it. It's important.

What do you say? You've got a deal. Wait, I've got a pencil and some timesheets right here. Got it. Eagerly, the truck driver writes the few words Superman dictates, receives his autograph in return, and then watches open-mouthed as the man of steel leaps high into the air, waves, then veers and rockets away. Meanwhile, having just returned to his office in the Daily Planet, Editor Perry White is talking to Private Detective Candy Myers.

What Kent said, Candy, he said he found Clint Morgan, the building commissioner, vacationing secretly on Mike Rickey's farm. Mike Rickey? You mean Fat Mike, the contractor? That's right. Kent is convinced that Rickey chipped on the building specifications on the 9th Avenue subway. Undoubtedly with Morgan's knowledge, and that's why we had that terrible disaster. Can't fix that, huh? Yes, and I'm inclined to agree with it. Ricky's known as a pretty tough character.

I can see him having Jim abducted and you beating up where I can't see Morgan doing it. Morgan's a soft-spoken pussyfootin' political grafter, not a roughneck. Yeah, that adds up. Mike knew if we got the goods on him, he not only would lose his juicy city contract, but wind up in the pen beside. So he had his goons do a job on me and Jim. Looks that way, Candy, but you can't prove it. I'll prove it. How? I'm going to have a little talk with Mike Rickey.

The kind of talk he understands. I'll get the truth out of him. Oh, wait a minute. I'll show that dirty rat he can't get away with stuff like that in this town. See you later, Mr. White. Wait, Connie, he's a bad actor. Oh, my. I want to get riled. And I'm plenty riled now. Alarmed, Harry White can do nothing to stop the enraged Candy Myers realizing that the impulsive detective is heading for serious trouble.

And Candy is heading for trouble and into danger, as we learn in a moment when we return for the tense climax of today's episode. So stand by. Say, do you know why opening a package of Kellogg's Pep is like reaching into a grab bag? Why, sure, you've guessed it. It's because you always get such a swell surprise seeing which one of Pep's three kinds of prizes is in the Pep Pack. You're never sure whether it'll be one of PEP7 colored cardboard playing models.

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The fire sets out vengefully to see Mike Rickey. The fat contractor is in his lavish, vividly decorated penthouse apartment with his henchman known as Shortcake and Building Commissioner Clint Morgan. Both Ricky and the undersized shortcake wear bright colored sports jackets and two-tone sports shoes. Morgan, dressed conservatively, looks deeply worried.

He tricked my secretary into letting out where I was. Then when he saw your initials on the ashtrays at your farm, he said he knew whose farm it was. So what, Clint? So what? Sure, so what? Well, I'm afraid he'll find out other things that he shouldn't. Well, don't you worry about that. He won't find out anything. Yeah, don't you worry. He won't find out nothing. Well, I'm not so sure he might. I tell you, he won't find out anything, so stop worrying, will you?

The only thing that could put us behind the 8-Ball is the concrete in the subway cave-in. And every scrap of that is in the bottom of the Metropolis Harbor right now. Right, Shortcake? Absolutely. Say, Clint, you ain't got a thing to worry about. No, not a thing. Well, all right, if you're sure, Mike. Wait a minute. Hello? Yeah. Who? Oh, yeah, sure. They want you.

You mean Clark Kent, the reporter? What about Kent? Shut up, will you? Yeah, yeah, I hear you, Eddie. Yeah, keep talking. Huh? Yeah? He did, huh? Why, that... Sure, sure, I can figure that out myself. Okay, Eddie, I'll take care of it, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, so long. What happened, Mike? What about Clark?

Ain't so good, Clint. What do you mean? Tell me. What happened? Well, Kent was nosing around the cabin this afternoon. He fined out from a steam shovel man where we were dumping that stuff in the busted tube. Yes? A little later, some guy shows up at the harbor. Just when one of my trucks is going to dump the last load. And this guy gets some of the busted concrete. Some of the busted concrete? Who was that, Kent? No.

He must have called up somebody near there. And I figure the guy he called up is Candy Myers. That private eye I thought I cooled off the other night. You see, he lives right near the harbor. And Eddie says he's a pal of Kent's. Yeah, that's what it must have been for. I don't like this, Mike. No, I don't like... If they get that concrete analyzed and compared with the building specifications, I'm in the suit. Oh, you and me both. What are we going to do?

But we gotta do. We gotta take care of those two Weisenheimers, Kent and Candy Myers, and we gotta do it quick. Right, boss, we gotta do it. Quiet, Shortcake, but that would be murder. So what? Do you rather go to jail? All right, then shut up, will you? I gotta think. Yeah, shut up. The boy's gotta... Hey, what's that? The buzzer from downstairs. I see you on a shot kick. Yeah, okay. Yeah? What's cooking, young head?

No kidding. Wait a minute. Hey, boss, Candy Myers is downstairs. He wants to see you. Myers? Is he alone? Wait a minute. Is he alone, junkhead? Yeah, he's all alone, boss. Well, say, ain't that just dandy. This makes it nice and easy. Have them come up, shortcake. Have them come right up.

Opening a drawer of his elaborately inlaid desk, Fat Mike Ricky closes his hand around a revolver, then waits expectantly for Candy Myers to appear. Candy is walking directly into a death trap, while Superman is unaware of this latest development. What will happen? The moment is tense with suspense, gang. So don't miss Monday's exciting episode. Tune in same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman!

Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC comic magazines and is brought to you Monday through Friday at the same time by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. Say, gang, talk about famous names. Why, Kellogg is the greatest name in cereals. And Kellogg makes Kellogg shredded wheat. Crisp tender biscuits that are full up with natural nut-sweet flavor. Toasted the Kellogg way just right.

Mighty good for breakfast and mighty good for you. They're whole wheat. Mom knows Kellogg's shredded wheat is economical too. You get 15, 15 biscuits in every pack. They're made to fit the bull. Ask Mom to get you some Kellogg Shredded Wheat. And be sure to be with us on Monday for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. Faster than a spinning bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!

Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman! A-E-P-Pep! Kellogg's Pet, the sunshine cereal presents The Adventures of Superman. Today, while Superman rushes to the Metropolis Harbor, Candy Meyers, vowing vengeance, sets out alone for a showdown with the racketeers. Hello there, gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough.

Say, there's no point in letting somebody else in the gang get the jump on you, is there? Especially when it comes to collecting those swell prices in packages of Kellogg's Pam. You can collect all three kinds of pep prizes easy as anything. Forty-nine different prizes in all. For instance, maybe the prize in your next package of pep will be one of those keen full-color pictures of birds.

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And that's saying a lot because the catchy taste of pep is really out of this world. Every spoonful of those cool crisp flakes of whole wheat tastes downright wonderful. Yes, sir, a bowl of pep is a smooth treat and then some. for a prized dish from a prized package. Ask Mom to get you Kellogg's Pet, the sunshine cereal. Now, the adventures of Superman. Clark Kent is convinced that Mike Rickey, a contractor, practiced fraud in building a subway which caved in, causing great loss of life.

and that he was responsible for the near-fatal attacks on Jimmy Olsen and Private Detective Candy Myers, who were investigating the disaster. Learning that Ricky had ordered all the wreckage of the subway tube to be dumped into Metropolis Harbor, Kent as Superman streaked to the waterfront in time to salvage some of the rubble.

Meanwhile, Candy Myers, vowing vengeance, set out to have a showdown with Ricky, just as the fraudulent contractor had decided that Kent and Candy must be done away with. As we continue now in Mike Rickey's ornate penthouse apartment... Shortcake, the contractor's undersized henchman, has just answered the house telephone. His watery eyes popping, the little thug spins about to face Ricky and Clint Morgan, the dishonest Metropolis building commissioner.

Standing there with your mouth open for sure. Take what kids. Candy Myers downstairs, boss. What? Candy Myers? Yeah, the private eye. He's in the lobby. He wants to see you. Oh, is he alone? Wait till I find out. Hey, Jughead, is this Myers comic to Malone? Yeah, he's so up by his lo- Well, now ain't that just dandy. This makes it nice and easy. All right, have him come up, Shortcake. Have him come right up. Okay, boss. Send him up, Jack.

What are you going to do, Mike? Do? I'm going to get this Myers jerk out of our air for good. But that would be murder. Would you rather go to jail? No, no, of course not, but nothing. Clark Kent and Myers are working together. They got some of that busted concrete from the subway cave-in. I know, but... All right, if they have it analyzed, it'll show how I, with your okay, ship the building specifications.

That means we go to the pen, but quick. You're right, boss. And me, I don't like no pen. But there must be some other way. Oh, just stop worrying, Clint, and leave this to me in short case. We'll get rid of this Myers-Weisenheimer and then can- And then we won't have nothing to worry about except spending our dough. Yeah, man. Right again, boss. Well, I don't want to be here, though. Let's yell up, boss. Now, look here, shortcake. What's that?

All right, you go on the bad one, Clint. Yes, I think I... Let Myers in, Sharky. Okay. Step right in, Mr. Meyer. Put that gun away, squirt. Might go off and skate. Oh, yeah, listen, wise guy. All right, close the door, Shark Tank. Okay. Oh, fat stuff. You wise guy, Myers. I'm in no mood for kidding. Okay. Neither am I. And you can check the artillery. I didn't come here to do that kind of a job. I'm leaving that for the judge and jury.

Oh, yeah? Yeah. I'm here to tell you what a dirty rat you are and to pin your ears back for the job you did on me the other night. And on Jim Olsen. Oh, is that so? Friscom's your king. Okay, boy. Stay far away from me or your hands down, Myers, or you get it? Who are you kidding? I'm not stopping you, Myers. I'm just warning you.

Try moving your hands and you'll find out. Now look, Ricky. You can't bluff me. You wouldn't try bumping me off. Not here. Because you know I wouldn't be so dumb as to walk into this rat mess without first telling my friends. So what? The door man and the elevator man will both swear the jazz for me, but I wasn't home, so you went away. They work for me, you see. I happen to own this building. Now, wait a minute. You'd be found someplace if you ever were found a long way from here.

A long way from here. Now, the smart flatfoot. Do like I say. Why don't you pick up that phone and call Clark Kent? Call Clark Kent? What for? I want you to tell him that you gotta see him right away, confirming him to come to the warehouse at 442 West Street. And what's more, tell him to come along. 442 West Street. That's right. Now do you make that phone call, Myers, or do I let you have it right here and now?

Well. Okay. Okay, take it easy. I gotta make up my mind. Give me a minute to think it over. Sure. Sure, I'll give you a minute. But just... Then you either make the call or you get it. Look at your watch, Shark King. Okay. It's exactly fine. Try this on your bazooka!

Fighting for his life, Candy Myers succeeds in seizing the gun hands of both Mike Rickey and Shortcake, clinging to them as all three men crash to the floor, while they roll and thresh wildly, overturning tables and chairs. But back Mike Rickey, despite his girth as strong as a bear, Little shortcake is wiry and fierce. Each of them slug Candy with their free hands, seeking to make him loose their grip on their guns. Though he hangs on grimly, Candy knows the end is almost at hand.

Meanwhile, Clark Kent has returned to the Daily Planet from the famous Dr. Millicent's laboratory. We find him now in Editor Perry White's office, where he is making a report of the chemist's analysis. It's time to analyze. of concrete that came out of the subway cave in chief and it's just as I thought. The concrete doesn't nearly measure up to city specifications.

Mike Rickey gypped on the quantity and quality of the cement. That's why that tube caved in. Now, listen, man. I just stopped by to pick up you and Candy Myers. He started this investigation, and he deserves to be in on the finish. But look, Candy is... We're gonna meet the mayor at police headquarters.

and swear-out warrants for the arrest of Mike Rickey and Building Commissioner Morgan on charges of fraud and homicide. Get your hatchet. Now, wait a minute, kid. Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I'm afraid Candy may be in trouble. Trouble? What do you mean? Well, he went charging out of here about an hour ago, saying he was going to find Ricky and slap his ears down. What? Yes. Said nobody could beat him up and almost kill Jim Molson and get away with it. Oh. I tried to stop him, but I know how he is when he gets sore. and I don't like this. I don't like it at all.

Did he tell you where he was going to look for Ricky? He said something about going to his house. Where's that, do you know? I looked it up. Well, 63 Park Place. Well, 63 Park. Yes. I called the police, but they said they couldn't go looking for candy unless I've approached some kind of charge. Now, wait a minute, Ted. Where are you going? Find candy, of course. And I hope I'm not too late.

Running across the city room into the deserted storeroom, Clark Kent swiftly strips to the blue costume and red cape of Superman. Then, throwing open the window, the man of steel rockets away to search for his friend, Candy Myers. Out! Out! And away! Will he find him in time? We'll know more in a moment when we return for the exciting climax of today's episode. So stand by.

Say, gang, right off when you wake up in the morning. Don't you think of all the fun you're going to have during the day? Sure. And, of course, that fun starts right off at breakfast. When you can dig into a bowl of Kellogg's Pep. Yes, sir, a dish of Pep makes breakfast a regular fun feast. Those golden flakes of Pep are so light, so fresh and crisp, why they practically say, Hi there, eat me up. And so you spoon up that cool, catchy flavor. That strictly pep flavor, meaning strictly super.

And say, super is also the word for the prize you find in every pep package. Three different kinds of prizes. One or the other in every package you open. For instance, it might be a model fighting plane in colored cardboard, one of seven great pep model planes you can collect. Or maybe it'll be one of 24 new full-color bird pictures with a description on the reverse side so that you'll know these birds in the air.

Or could be one of 18 bright-colored comic buttons, picturing a famous comic strip character to pin on your beanie cap or your jacket. So start collecting all three kinds of these slick pep prizes. Today, ask mom for a supply of Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. In the once ornate but now wrecked penthouse apartment of fatted...

Ricky. A mighty battle has come to an end. Defeated at last, a dazed Candy Myers rests on hands and knees on the heaped-up carpet. Above him, his clothes torn, his face cut and through. stands Mike Rickey, holding a gun pointed at the fallen detective. Shortcake, his puffed lips contorted in a snarl, stands nearby. In the bedroom doorway, his face pale, stands the gray and paunchy Clint Morgan, building commissioner of Metropolis. you

You're a dirty swine, Ricky. Put down that gun and I'll... I'll still take your part. You hear the big mouth, Shortcake? Yeah, I hear them, boys. Go on, let them have it. You bet I will. No, you don't, Ricky. I'll take that guy. Now, who's that? Superman. Pull up here, monkey. Superman. I'll fix him, boys. Breakfast! The bullet bounced right off him! Of course! Here's something that won't bounce off you! Well, nice work, Candy. I gather you're okay. Yeah.

You got here just one second later. Just a moment. Where do you think you're going, Ricky? I mean, no place. Life the first time. Just stand still, my fat friend. And you, Mr. Building Commissioner. Mr. Grafting Rat Commissioner, to you, Superman. Now, look here, I... Were you thinking of leaving without saying goodbye? I, uh... You see... He just remembered he had an appointment, I guess. Yes, he has an appointment, all right, with Police Inspector Henderson.

And then a very long appointment with the warden of the state benedictory. No, you made a mistake. I can explain how you can't. I really had nothing to do with Mr. Rickey in the way that you think that is. Why, it was him that made me jump on all those contracts. I didn't want to have any... Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. Yeah. Is that nice? Two big crooks like you guys calling each other names? Get your hats, gentlemen. You're going to be away a long time.

Let's go, Candy. I'll take this tough little lad under my arm. And as I believe Mr. Ricky was remarking when I blew in, this is it. Murdered by Superman who carries the limp gunman under his arm. Followed by a battered but happily smiling Candy Myers. That Mike Rickey and Building Commissioner Morgan are led from the apartment to police headquarters. their vicious threat against our friends and descendants of Metropolis.

But unknown to Clark Kent, unknown even to those who will be involved, a much more vicious threat is about to raise its ugly, venomous head. A threat not only against Editor White, Kimmy Olsen, Lois Lane, and our other friends... but a threat against personal freedom. a threat against you. And yo!

and you against every decent, clear-thinking American. So don't miss the opening episode of tomorrow's new Superman adventure for thrills and excitement as the Man of Steel battles against hidden poison. Tune in! same time, same station, and follow the adventures of Superman. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. for excitement, the adventures of Superman!

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