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be no more trouble in Cherokee Valley.

We interrupt this program to bring you a special bulletin.

Floods at nearby Levee City have reached the disaster stage.

Thousands of homeless people lack food, shelter, and clothing.

The last is desperately needed.

We repeat, clothing is desperately needed.

Relief Headquarters in Metropolis is standing by for you.

If you have any old clothing of any kind, please telephone and we will pick

it up immediately.

The telephone number is Zenith 8-8000.

I repeat, Zenith 8-8000.

Gosh.

Come on, Butch. Come on, Butch. Great Gramps?

Yep. Did you hear that, Great Gramps? All those poor people needing clothes.

Can I do what the man said? Can I? He's got a whole heap he can send. Can I?

Yep. Boy, oh, boy.

Well, I got that figured out, Butch.

Where are you going, Great Gramps?

Oh, I've got a checker chub down at the park. Now, I want you to look after the

house and be a good lad, see?

Don't worry. I got business to take care of. All right.

Yep, this is it.

Now listen, Cubo, I get first pick of the stuff this time. Shh, not so loud,

pal. You want the customers to hear?

Don't grab for nothing until we pull around the corner.

We got a nice little racket, Mike.

Be careful.

Okay, okay.

That's right, kid.

I got all the stuff ready. Come on in.

Here it is.

I got a lot, didn't I? I sure bet it'll help those poor people in the flood

area. You did a fine job, son.

Hey, you got a real nice dog there, kid.

And thanks for the fine duds. You're welcome. I only wish I had more.

These are real fine things.

Hey, how about these, Sonny?

Oh, no. Those are great gramps.

Well, bye.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

Come on, Butch.

Come on.

Bobby.

I took him.

I took him. I jumped.

I jumped. Two men.

Oh, I swear to goodness, I blasted them just like General Lee did them blue boys

down there at Bull Run.

I had a good day, too.

Yeah? The relief truck came right over and picked up the old clothes like they

really needed them.

I got rid of all my old stuff and some junk you had in the closet.

Junk?

What junk?

An old sweater, a straw hat, that funny old coat that was in the trunk, a pair

of shoes.

My...

Coat? My old coat? Gee, Great Gramps, it was so old. With the big lapels and

funny buttons and... It was so long.

Way down to... My Prince Albert coat.

Who were the people? What place did you take them to?

Why? What's wrong, Great Gramps?

Come on.

We got to hurry. We got to hurry.

You stay here and watch the house.

Come on, Frank.

You know where to...

I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I checked with our shipping room and everything

picked up in the early afternoon's already gone out.

Where to?

Where was it sent, ma'am? Well, that's almost impossible to say.

Someplace in the flood district, that's where it went.

Come on, Bobby.

We've got to find it. We've just got to.

But why, Mr. Jackson? Why are you so upset?

Wouldn't you be upset, too, if that was your coat, ma'am?

And in the lining was your whole life savings?

$10,000 in cash?

Oh, no.

Oh, you poor soul.

In the coat? All that?

But why leave so much money in an old coat?

Because I don't like banks. No help.

It's all my fault.

All the years you've been doing without great-grands. Oh, no, no.

We've been getting by, Bobby.

My pension's been enough.

Now we're saving it for your schooling.

To send you to college.

then have enough to give you a start in life, whatever you're to mind to do,

like being a doctor or something.

Well, I'd say it was almost impossible, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But if you'll give me until tomorrow morning, Mr. Jackson, I'll see if I can

find a clue as to where to look.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

I think I'll be going home now and get myself a bit of rest.

Come on, son.

Can he get home all right, Great Grant?

Oh, yeah, I can... I know where we can get help.

And when Mrs. Craig said it was like looking for a needle in a haystack and

almost impossible, and when I saw how upset Great Gramps was, I knew there was

only one answer.

Superman.

Superman's got to help me. He will, won't he, Miss Lane?

In the first place, Bobby, it wasn't your fault. You didn't know the money

was in the coat. You were just doing a kind deed.

But as for Superman, well... Clark Kent is the only one who can contact him. Mr.

Kent is on an assignment until tomorrow.

But, golly, we don't have any time to lose. We've got to do something right

away. Please?

Well, I think we can make a start, Bobby. The public has a big heart.

I think I see what you mean, Miss Lane. And I'll get a picture of Bobby to go

with it.

What the people at the relief agency don't know won't hurt him.

We made 18 bucks on a side.

Not a bad day. See what happens when you listen to me?

Yeah, I'll listen to you.

$10,000 worth.

Huh? Says right there.

Wanted my grandfather's coat.

$10,000 hidden and given away coat.

Well, now, what about the coat, I ask him?

Well, it's too old, says he.

Well, it wasn't too old to hold $10,000.

Shut up. Now, we was the ones that loaded that stuff.

What truck did we throw it in? Oh, yeah. Think, man, think.

Let me see.

Oh, I got it. I got it. Levy City.

Chum, we got big business out of town.

Fast freight to Levy City? And 10,000 clams.

Well, leave us lean.

So far, the story hasn't done any good.

That's why I'm glad you're back, Clark. Maybe Superman. Well, I'm sure he'd be

glad to help if he can, Lois. That is, if he's needed.

What about the drivers?

Did the boy describe them to Mrs. Craig? Perhaps we can trace the shipment

through them.

Why, of course.

I'll go down... Wait it, wait it, wait it. Hold it up just a minute.

In the first place, we know that the coat is in the flood area, right? And we

know that you and Jimmy are going to want to run right down there. And

furthermore, we know that you are going to have to pack a toothbrush and some

other things.

So you get ready.

And I will go and check at the relief office. Oh, Clark, would you?

Certainly.

And I'll let you know as soon as anything happens. Good.

Hey, Jim, there's a car downstairs.

We want to be ready to take off as soon as I hear from Clark.

Yeah, I'm in his office. Come on in.

I called the garage to gas up the car.

And I called Joe's lunchroom to order a few sandwiches.

You think of everything.

Yes, Mr. Kent, we have been able to find out a little something.

The clothing went to Levee City.

Levee City.

Well, thank you very much, Mrs. Craig. It's a start, at least.

Relax, Jimmy. Clark can't possibly call for at least another 15 minutes.

Hello?

Well, Clark, how could you have gotten out there so fast?

Well, I just got here the fastest way I knew, Lois. Well, anyway, did you find

out anything?

You did?

Fine.

Yeah, I've got it.

Levee City.

Levee City, here we come.

Oh, wait a minute. We better stop by and see Mr. Jackson. Then he'll have a

little hope.

Here, Great Gramps. You haven't had anything to eat.

You gotta eat, Great Gramps.

Please?

Oh, no, Bobby. I... I just ain't hungry.

We'll get the money back.

Miss Lane said Superman would help.

I've been planning this surprise for my whole lifetime.

Gosh, Great Gramps, with all the banks and... But I don't like banks.

When I want my money, I want it.

Sure, sure, Great Gramps. You're right.

No, I ain't.

If I was, I'd still have my money.

Hello, Miss Lane. Hi, Bobby.

Uh, Mr. Jackson?

Yes, ma'am? Your coat went to Levee City. We're on our way to get it.

Well, that's mighty nice of you, ma'am.

But I doubt if you'll ever find it.

Anyway, we're going to give it a good try.

Can I go, Miss Lane?

I know what it looks like, and maybe... We'll be driving all night, Bobby.

You're better off here.

I can sleep in the car.

Please let me go.

Think of the shot I could get when we find the coat and the money.

I don't know, Jimmy.

What do you think, Mr. Jackson?

Well, I reckon he'd kill me if he didn't mind to.

Thanks, Great Gramps.

Hey,

I didn't hear a whistle. A dog whistle.

Too high pitch for human ears.

Takes a hearing as sharp as Butch's to get it.

You take good care of Great Gramps, Butch.

Let's go.

Now, say, my good chap, Vanderlip here.

Mortimer Vanderlip. Yes?

Star of stage, screen, and riverboat.

Performer before the crowned heads of Europe and the inscrutable Orient.

Well, what can I do for you?

I'm totally ruined.

A pitiful victim of the raging floods.

My one-man show, an artistic performance, I assure you, is scheduled

for Isleville this evening.

In fleeing the turbulent waters, my trunk was washed away. All of my

costumes were in it.

Oh, I see. That's too bad.

But how can I be of any... All of my characters are from Dickens. One of your

assistants stated that in this morning's shipment of clothing, he saw a Prince

Albert coat.

Precisely what I'm in dire need of. Prince Albert?

That might be in the reject pile. Just a moment. Thank you.

Here it is.

Will this one do?

Oh, the gods are smiling on me once again.

The audience at Ivesville and Mortimer Vanderlip are eternally grateful, my

good man.

Thank you, thank you.

Hello, Clark Kent speaking.

Oh, yes, Bill.

Did you run that check on those two drivers?

Aha.

They're both jailbirds, huh?

Well, I don't know, but I have a hunch I'd better take a little trip.

I'll see you later.

Well, here we are. Let's hope we get lucky.

Yeah, we're from the deadly planet.

This is Miss Lane, and I'm Jim Olsen. Maybe you saw the story in one of the

early editions?

Matter of fact, I did glance at it.

And this must be the young fella you wrote about.

Do you have the coat?

I'm sorry, but I gave it away very early this morning before I saw the paper.

It may not be as bad as you think.

I remember who I gave it to.

Golly, what a break. Who is it? An actor-type fella. Said his name was,

uh... Well, let's see now.

Oh, yes, Vanderlip.

Mortimer Vanderlip.

Where can we find him?

Well, he said he was playing tonight at... Oh, now, let me think. Where was

it?

Now, don't forget. I do the talking. Get it? Well, that's nothing new. You always

do. Ah, come on. Let's go.

Come on.

Think hard, mister.

Please. It means so much to great Gramps.

I've got it.

Ivesville.

Mortimer Vanderlip and that coat will be in Ivesville tonight.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Thanks a lot, sir. It's quite all right.

That's them.

The men who picked up the stuff at the house.

Hi, kid.

Gee, I'm glad we got together here.

Yeah, I bet you are.

That's right, lady.

Kid, we felt bad, real bad, about the money and your poor old great-grandpop.

After all, Mike and me was responsible, too.

We should have seen or at least felt the loot.

I mean, the money.

That's why we scrammed here, to help.

You were so nice in giving the clothes.

Well, we thought maybe we'd find the coat for you.

Well, thank you, but we're on our way to... I mean, we're going to pick up the

coat now. We're leaving immediately.

Well, golly, Miss Lane, we've been driving all night, and I... I mean,

where we're going is five hours away. Why don't we rest?

Listen, miss, I heard the man there tell you about Ivesville.

Honest, I ain't trying to pull a fast one.

See, I'm being straight with you, ain't I?

Well, so what do you want?

Like I said, we're good guys. We want to help. Right, Mike?

Oh, sure, sure, yeah.

Hey, I got a swell idea.

Driving is our business.

Why don't you folks rest, and we'll drive you to Ivesville?

Well, jeepers, Miss Lane, you and our boot dog tired.

Why don't we let him go along?

Well, okay, let's go.

Hey, what's going on here?

Why do we stop?

End of the line.

Okay, out of the car, all of you. And over this way.

Come on, move.

I knew you two weren't to be trusted.

I'm sorry, Miss Lane. Oh, it's too late to be sorry, Sonny. You should have

listened to the nice lady.

That's right. We ain't to be trusted.

We're putting you on ice for a while.

Maybe we'll call up and let somebody know where you are after we get that

coat. Yeah, maybe.

Now, if you'll just step through that little iron door.

This way.

Get in there.

Hey, how'd you know about this place?

My brother-in-law used to farm it, but he couldn't make a go of it.

Well, what's it?

This here's the smokehouse.

Still good and solid. You mean your brother-in-law used to have to come out

here when he wanted to take a smoke?

No, stupid.

It's for smoking meat and hams and bacon and stuff like that.

Let's go.

Well,

there they go.

With a car.

I'm not nearly so worried about the car as I am about us.

Look, there's a concrete floor.

Hey, Bobby, could you climb out that chimney?

No, it's too small, even for me.

Yeah.

And look at that, a heavy slate roof.

We'll never get out of here.

Mr. McCoy?

Yes? My name is Clark Kintzer. I'm from the Metropolis Daily Planet.

More reporters?

I've already spoken to two of your staff.

I know. Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen. As a matter of fact, I'm looking for them

right now, sir. The Ivesville Road, Mr. Canton. I don't want to be rude, but

we're clearing out as fast as we can. This is an emergency.

The entire city's in danger. What do you mean, sir? The Levee City Dam is about

to give way any minute.

Come on, men. We got to get out of here fast.

We better get out of here fast.

Everybody.

I'm sorry I got you into this, Bobby.

It's not your fault, Miss Lane.

Gosh, I wish Butcher was around.

I'd blow this and he'd start barking. And his bark would bring help.

I'm sure he would, Bobby.

Am I glad to see you.

Well, you can thank Bobby Swizzle for that.

You answered this?

Why, sure.

Well, hey, Superman, you could have come in through the door.

Well, I know I could have, Jimmy, but, uh, well, this seemed a little more

spectacular. Wow, through a solid brick wall.

Now, would you nice people mind telling me exactly what's been going on around

here? Well, the last time, gentlemen.

In spite of your grandfather's sentimental attachment to this coat,

it's a matter of a livelihood to me.

I refuse to part with it.

As far as I'm concerned, I might even say it's worth its weight in gold.

Well, you can say that again, mister.

But I'll bring it back. All Grandpa wants to do is take one more look. I

promise, mister.

Thy word, my lord, is noble, but only tricks thy conscience and thyself.

It is not for me to judge.

Well, good day, gentlemen.

I have to prepare for an artistic triumph this evening.

Why don't we quit fooling around with him, just slug him and take the coat?

I guess we'll have to. If you choose to use force, you'll doubtless prevail, but

I assure you I'll resist with the last ounce of my strength.

That will not be necessary, Mr. Vanderlip.

Mr., are you really Superman?

Yes, I am.

I knew you were talking to get us in trouble.

You arrived at the nick of time, sir.

Well, as you can see, I had very little to do with it, actually.

Horber, would you mind calling the police and having them pick these two

up? They have a great deal to answer for.

A great pleasure, I assure you.

One more thing about your coat, sir. Its owner would like to see it for just a

few moments. However, I promise I'll have it back in time for this evening's

performance.

Your word, my dear sir, is quite a different thing to that of those two

rogues. You may have the coat. And welcome.

You're very kind.

No, sirree.

You just can't win from an old fighting man.

Now, let me see.

But, Mr.

Jackson, why, this is Confederate money.

Yes, I know.

But I knew it would come into its own sooner or later.

Just a matter of time, that's all.

Mr. Jackson, sir, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I'm afraid it's

worthless.

Worthless?

Well, as I said, I was saving it to give Bobby a good education.

Mr. Jackson?

No, sir, that's Mr. Jackson right over there.

Mr. Jackson, I'm Thomas Summerfield.

president of the Kerryville, Alabama National Bank.

Our paper happened to carry your story, and I'm happy to say it enabled us to

finally locate you, something I've been trying to do for years.

Here you are, sir.

$5,000.

And 62 cents.

Before he enlisted, your daddy deposited in our bank, you being a babe in arms,

Several hundred dollars in gold for you.

That's it, sir. With interest all these years.

Well, I'll be dang jiggered.

And after the way I've been talking about banks all the time, I feel I owe

you an abject apology, sir.

Oh, not at all, sir. It's our pleasure to get this straightened out.

Yep.

It wasn't for the newspapers and Superman.

Now, wait just a minute, Mr. Jackson.

Let's get the right start here.

It all began with Bobby.

Because he wanted to do a good deed. He wanted to help people.

And that's what I call being real super, Bobby.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must return this to Mr.

Vanderlip.

Oh, and don't wait up for me. I may stop to see the show.

Don't miss the next... Real packed episode in the amazing adventures of

Superman.

Superman is based on the original character appearing in Superman

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