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Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound.

Look! Up in the sky!

It's a bird! It's a plane!

It's Superman!

Yes, it's Superman!

Strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities

far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman! Who can change the course of mighty rivers.

Bend steel in his bare hands.

And who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great

metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice,

and the American way.

And now, another exciting episode in The Adventures of Superman.

Organized crime in a metropolis can be stamped out.

And it will be stamped out.

Inspector William J. Henderson has promised a full cooperation of the

police department.

And the newly organized Committee for Clean Government, headed by Walter

Camby, prominent attorney, has thrown its full support behind our campaign.

And now for the big surprise I promised you. The first citizen of Metropolis has

promised his aid in putting the mobsters and racketeers behind bars.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Superman.

Extra Daily Planet Extra.

Superman declares war on racketeers. Read all about it.

Extra. Daily Planet Extra.

Daily Planet Extra. Superman declares war on racketeers. Read all about it.

Cause 9, 16, 23, 24.

Proceed to Huron and Gray Streets at once.

Code 7-7.

This is Carlton Avery, your midday reporter, bringing you the noon roundup

of city and state news.

Like an avenging angel sweeping all before him, the first citizen of

Metropolis, the one and only Superman, continues his sensational war against

crime.

Addressing a cheering crowd of 20,000 irate citizens at a mass meeting in the

Metropolis auditorium last night, Superman named the 12 leading public

enemies.

and pledged himself to see to it that each and every one of them would either

be run out of town or put behind bars.

Five of the gangsters have already been eliminated, and only a few hours ago,

speaking at a breakfast meeting of the Women's Federation, Superman indicated

that Bill Shortcake Mitchell, long notorious as a slot machine racketeer,

was no longer an enemy of the public.

He further indicated that Duke Pisano was next on the list.

What are we going to do, boss?

They picked up Paisano yesterday and Mitchell the day before.

They fell into jails with our boys, and Superman says that and me are next on

his list. What are we going to do?

Hold it, Tony.

I wanted to see how far they'd go.

Well, they've gone far enough. If they want to fight, we'll give them one.

Spread the word around. From here on in, everything goes.

Pour it on.

Now you're talking. Come on, Nick.

Okay, Tony.

The entire nation has its eyes trained on Metropolis, where the mighty Superman

is battling the hoodlums, racketeers, and strong-armed men who have held the

city in a reign of terror.

The city jail is filled to overflowing, and those mobsters still at large are

cowering with fear as Superman continues his crusade against organized crime with

unabated fury.

Here's a bulletin which just came in.

Nick Maroney, public enemy number three, has just been taken into custody.

And here is the latest news in Superman's sensational one-man war

against organized crime.

Big Ed Bullock, generally acknowledged the number two crime boss of the city of

Metropolis, was caught in the dragnet today, less than an hour after Superman

brought public enemy number three, Nick Maroney, in for questioning.

It is understood that Police Inspector Henderson will put both racketeers

through a rigorous grilling.

Although the police admit having nothing on either Maroney or Bullock, They hope

to learn from them the identity of the number one man who controls the far

-flung city and state crime empire.

Up to a few minutes ago, reports from police headquarters indicated that

neither Maroney nor Bullock would talk and that efforts were being made to

secure their release on bail.

It is understood that Superman is standing by at headquarters in the hope

that one of the gangsters will break and reveal the identity of the number one

man. And that is how the situation stands at the moment.

Although 11 known racketeers have been taken into custody, the identity of the

number one man, the big boss, is still shrouded in mystery.

You've done a wonderful job, a miraculous job. Thank you, Mr. White,

but the job isn't over yet.

Practically every important gangster and racketeer has been arrested.

But we still haven't got the number one man, Miss Lane. We don't even know who

he is.

Oh, I know you don't think there is a number one man, Mr. Canby.

But take my word for it, there is. Well, can't you get any of these mobsters to

talk? Not yet.

Don't worry, Mr. White.

I'll find him and I'll bring him in.

That's a promise.

So we did like you said, poured it on. And what did it get us? A lot of broken

heads. We're practically out of business, boss. I never took such a

sweating as that copper Henderson gave me before the mouthpiece put up the

bail. You're not kidding. You fellas are getting panicky.

Relax. Relax?

Yeah, everything's going to be all right.

We're going to take care of Superman.

We're going to kill him.

Kill Superman? I got news for you, boss. Superman can't be killed. I say he can,

and I know how.

All we have to do is contact Superman and get him to come to a little place

that I've got rigged up.

Okay, Sally, take over.

I'm going to find out, if I can, who's closest to him, who his friends are.

We know he has some connections with the Daily Planet.

I'll start from there.

What about us? You lay low till Sally brings in her report.

See you.

Get a load of this boss Superman has lead to unknown crime king. He's

bluffing Superman don't bluff. He's breathing down our necks.

Don't worry. He's almost through breathing Sally you'll be here any

minute. She's here now.

Good. Tell her to start rolling the project is all set up and I'll be

dressed in a minute The boss says

Where's Tony the boss I'm out for something get some good pictures not bad

Pull up some chairs and make yourselves comfortable.

I don't know what's on the boss's mind, but it sure don't make sense to me.

It'll make sense.

Switch the light off, Nick.

That's Jim Olsen. He's a cub reporter for the Daily Planet.

He's one of Superman's friends.

Who's the doll?

Lois Lane, reporter for the Planet. She's a friend of Superman's, too.

White, editor of the Planet. Uh-huh.

Firehouse fire. Superman made a rescue, but I missed it.

The honey of a fire.

You like fires, Ed? Yeah, I love them.

Inspector Henderson is the one on the left.

You're telling us.

From a copper.

Relax, boys. Enjoy the show.

This big sweetheart is Clark Kent.

That's the rat that's been writing all that stuff about us. I know him. Are you

a friend of Superman, too, Sally?

Wait till you see.

Superman gets me to creep.

Wait a minute.

Run that again.

I thought you'd like that one.

Okay, that's enough.

Turn it off, Sally.

Turn on the lights. Let me have the phone. We're in business.

You wanted me, Chief?

Yes, Inspector Henderson just phoned.

Kent, we can't keep on needling the police to look for a man who doesn't

exist. It's a waste of the taxpayer's money. That's what I say. This number

one man is a myth.

But he isn't, I tell you, as a matter of... Yes?

Just a minute. For you, Kent. Thank you.

Clark Kent speaking.

You don't know me, Mr. Kent, but I'm calling for the number one man the

police and Superman are trying to find.

Yes?

Go ahead.

He'd like to get together with Superman and make a deal.

Sorry, no deals.

Just a minute.

He said Superman won't make a deal.

I didn't think he would.

Tell him I'll give myself up. What?

Tell him to have Superman on Dover's Cliff near Willow Falls at 11 o'clock

tonight. But... Tell him.

Listen... Listen, Mr. Kent.

Dover's Cliff near Willow Falls, 11 o'clock.

Right. He'll be there.

Well, well what?

There may be a trap or it might be the payoff.

Hold page one till you hear from me, Chief.

Where are you going? Come back here.

What time is it now?

Three minutes to 11.

You really think he'll show up? How do I know?

If he does show, who says the professor's gimmick will work?

The professor's no dope.

That coil he made to knock out all those burglar alarms that time, remember?

Yeah, but knocking off burglar alarms is one thing. Knocking off Superman's

another.

I have two minutes to eleven.

That's right.

You really think you can knock off Superman, Professor?

I know I can.

Yeah.

Eleven o'clock.

Wish the boss was here.

He's too smart.

He won't show until this deal's over one way or the other.

We're the patsies.

Who's that?

Probably Superman.

Tell me when he comes into the room.

There he is now.

I had an appointment here.

Yeah, you wanted to see the boss.

This is him.

Come on over and meet him.

What's the matter? Are you afraid?

No.

I'm not afraid.

Here he comes, Professor.

Can't believe it.

It's almost midnight, Chief. How much longer are we going to hold the presses

for Clark's big page one story?

Kent's never let me down yet.

Well, we're an hour late with our bulldog edition already.

I'm going to wait a little while longer.

You two go home if you want to. Not me.

I'm parking right here until Mr. Kent brings Mr. Big in.

All right, if that's the way you want it.

This is the end of Superman.

Thank you.

He's dead.

I'm going in. You boys keep back.

Roll the bulldog.

First time Kent ever let me down.

Later, boss. Dinner in the door now.

He was going to get me.

You stupid fools. He tricked you.

I'm amazed that any of you thought that display of fireworks bothered me.

Or that I couldn't get out of this room if I wanted to.

Look. Come on, kid, let's go.

Lois, come on.

I knew Clark would never come through with that story.

Would you sign for this delivery, Mr. White? What?

What's that?

Clark Kent's page one story in the flesh.

Walter Canby? You mean him? That's right.

Walter Canby.

Eminent attorney.

Chairman of the Citizens Committee for Clean Government.

And the number one man behind crime in Metropolis.

Now you can print that statement Mr. Canby wanted you to print.

There is no number one crime boss.

in Metropolis anymore.