Superman - The Boy King Of Morania

0:00Kellogg's pep, the super-delicious cereal present the adventures of Silkworman. Mastered and a speeding bullet. Four powerful than a locomotive. Able to leave pole buildings at a single bound. What's up in the sky? It's a bird. It's a plane. It's superman. Yes, it's superman, and today, if we continue our story of the boy King of Morania, it would seem that his enemies have triumph. We'll get the details in a moment. But right now, here's Dan McCulloch to tell you more about the nitty-model of the walkie-talkie. Say gang, what would you say if I told you you could whisper to a pal from the top of a 12-story building and be clearly heard? I would probably say I was kidding, but I'm not no sir. Just listen. If you've been smart enough to send in for a Kellogg-model walkie-talkie, you can add enough communication line to it so that it operates over a distance of nearly 200 feet. That's as far as from the top of a 12-story building to the ground.

1:02But gang, before I tell you more about the wonderful things you can do with your Kellogg-model walkie-talkie, I'd like to describe it for you. It's about a foot high, made of strong cardboard, done in regular army color, and it comes with full instructions for assembling. With it, you get two aerial sticks, a tuning in dial, and a receiver transmitter, along with 48 feet of communication line. Now, when you get your Kellogg-model walkie-talkie properly set up, you can give the receiver transmitter to a pal, and the two of you can both talk and listen from a distance of 48 feet. That's quite a way, gang. It's almost clear across the schoolyard or down the buff. Best of all, if you get your pals to send in for their Kellogg-model walkie-talkies too, you can hook them all up together and have a smart, modern communication system that works for hundreds of feet, so gang, don't waste any more time. Send two box tops from packages of Kellogg's pet, along with a dime in your name and address, clearly printed, the Superman Box-80 Battle Creek Michigan. That's two box tops, and ten cents in cash, along with your name and address, the Superman

2:06Box-80 Battle Creek Michigan. You'll be rushed to your own Kellogg-model walkie-talkie that really works. And now, the adventures of Superman. Having forced Charles Barrett, the boy king of Morania, to sign away his throne, Count Monique, the Moranian traitor, left the boy near a dead and a macropolis warehouse. Jimmy Olson, who had been with Charles, managed to escape and told what had happened, and while the young king was rushed to a hospital, city and government police agencies bent all efforts to apprehend Monique, but the while he not zealuted them and made contact with a German submarine that night. As we continue now, the black swastika mark you both is silently sliding like a great fish through the moonless dark waters of the Atlantic. In the wheel-room, the bloating Count Monique and the burly submarine commander are congratulating each other. Now, with a friend Karl and Moranian throne, there will be plenty of oil for Nazi war machine. Hey, Count Monique. Lentrier, Captain.

3:06Enough to keep the furthest armies in the badai and the redout fighting for years in the year. Until the American British and national swine disdair, and ever defeated us, and are willing to make turn. Excellent. Excellent. Like of oil, as you know, those are all the fear. Everything else? Who? Juditions? Tank? Plains? All these are stored in abundance in the mountain around the Atosgapu. Yes. Now, the funeral will have everything. Moranian rich oil had come in since I have persuaded our stupid boy, King, to abdicate in favor of his cousin. All of Moranian oil was broken up here. We will find him, appreciate you, Count Monique, in his plans for the next world war and a new order to follow. He will surely give you a great place. I am looking forward to that. There is, but one King, that worries me, and what is that, my friend? A young newspaper reporter, Olsen, by name, knows what transpired between me and the boy

4:08King and the brothers. By this time, he must have already gone to the police and perhaps let them back to Charles. And the Charles is dead? What does he know? I told you, Olsen knows that I was forcing Charles to abdicate the throne in favor of his cousin. The police may eagerly guess that I succeed him, or Charles may have regained consciousness long enough to tell them. Knowing what that will mean to the course of the war, the American government will make every effort to prevent me from bringing the application papers to Moranian. And do you feel they may be able to do that? It is possible. And they are unable to find me in the throttles. They may survive that I escape in a submarine. They will then send great numbers of ships and planes to see this human. You need have no fear of my dear Count. I too know how important it is that you arrive safely in Maunia. And so I have made arrangements to ensure you see the arrive. What do you mean? I have plotted a plan which not only combined navy and air forces of American England can

5:10oppose. It truly magnificent. This little pig eyes gleaming in his meaty face, the Nazi submarine commander reveals to Count Mauniaq his plan for escaping American sub-batrolls. Meanwhile, in Perry White's office in the daily planet, the grey-haired editor paces the floor anxiously. While seated in the chair, nervously clasping and unclasping his hands, is Dr. Trigor. He elderly dignified ambassador of Moranian. I don't know why we haven't heard him in fact, I haven't heard him in yet. He's had all day anything to find that grizzling Companic. Why doesn't he call up and say he's got it? I fear his efforts will be in vain, Mr. White. Oh, nonsense, Dr. Tegger. What makes you say that? Because Mr. White Count Mauniaq is a very clever man. He's a mask of cleverness and guile. When do you think our police left the IR? Dopes? No, North. Of course not. Well, they're not. And take it from me, either. No, maybe that's the suspect of Henderson now. Where are we speaking? Uh, well, it's only you, Wilson. What do you want?

6:11Now they didn't find men I get. Do you think I'd be waiting in my office at the tower of the night if they did? Now, that's all you called up about, but what? What's that? Oh, well, that's something anyway. It's fine. No, I don't want you to come back here. I've got enough on my mind without you getting in my hair too. What hair? Now you look here. Do you, do you, do you, insulin, young, hip squeak? I've got more hair than most men of my age. No, sorry, Dr. Tegger. That was also. Is that the hospital with the young Chuck Barrett? I mean your young gang. Oh yes, did he give you a news of his majesty's condition? You bet, and good news, too. The doctor said he's going to recover. Oh, come at this wonderful heart. I'm so glad. But it comes too late. He's already abdicated, is thrown to his cousin Carl, the Nazi collaborator. Now, I think he will get all of Morania's great oil supply. No, no, not if we catch that rat manically, won't he?

7:12Uh, excuse me, Mr. Wine. Well, what do you want, beating? Well, excuse me, Mr. White, but I want to ask your question. For Mr. Robertson, the only right man. He says he has to know the answer to this question. No, he does, eh? Well, what do you think this is? The information desk? No, sir. I mean, the information desk is closed. It's after 11 o'clock. But Mr. Roberts says he can't send Miss Lane's story to the composing room until he checks up on this place. Okay, okay. What is it? What is it? What does it he wants to know? Father, that's just going to win the pennant, is it? Are you kidding? Well, the team they got this year want a giant social life. Stop it for the love of heaven, stop it. Now, what is it you want to know? I don't want to know nothing. It's Mr. Roberts who wants to know. He says, even if more than you get to Nancy King, like Miss Lane says in her story, they might get now. Well, how are they going to get there while they hit the one in the alliance of just about Germany surrounded? Not the mentioned cotton field. Well, I could explain that. Well, you see, just a minute, Dr. Baker. Vinnie, did Roberts or you happen to take a look at any one of the couple of dozen maps we have hung in the city room? Sure, I don't know, Chief. I mean, Mr. White. You want I should ask him? No, I don't want you to ask him.

8:14I want you to tell him to do it. Sure, I mean, yes, sir. Only, I don't see how that answers his question. Oh, you're out, right? Well, you'll look at the map too. Maybe you'll learn something, although I doubt it. You'll find that Morania is so situated that until the allies make more gains, enough oil can be moved from Morania to Berkisgarden to keep Hitler and his gang going for a long time. During which time anything might happen, including the loss of thousands of our balls. Does that make it any clearer? Gosh. Chief? It sure does, Chief. I would chief you. Now you get out of here. Until Roberts, I had those maps put up for reference, not for wall decorations. Yes, sir. I'll tell him, Chief. I mean, Mr. White. No, wait a minute. The king comes back yet. I explain him. Haven't seen him. You've numbsculled. Oh, where is he? Anytime I want him, he's not around. I don't want him. He's, he's, he's. What did he? Words failed. Well, it's about time. I am Mr. Can. Hello, Vinny. Go on, Vinny. Get out. Oh, good evening, Mr. Can. Good evening, Mr. Cleggar. I'm very glad to see you're still here.

9:16Well, that's very, very nice. But we haven't heard from Inspector Henderson yet, and I suppose it's too much to hope that you found out anything. I found out one thing. One very important thing. You did, Mr. Can. No, what's that? Well, I called Henderson's office before I came in, He told me that his men are on the way here now. Here? What for? To pick up Dr. Trigard. To pick me up? Can't you seriously? Certainly, I am. I didn't know, Lieutenant. Hey. What evening, gentlemen? You see, here's Lieutenant Karney now. Good evening, Lieutenant. I think maybe we'd better let Lieutenant Karney explain. Amazed. Harry White stares from the dignified pale-faced Moranian ambassador to the alert police Lieutenant Karney who strides into the office. What does this mean? We'll return in a moment to find out. But first, let's find out how all of us can be helpful to the less fortunate people of Europe. Gang, you probably know that right now, all over this country, people are looking through addicts and closets

10:16for a used clothing to send to the bombed-out families in Europe. As a matter of fact, your own mother has probably gotten started on your family collection, seeing how many used coats and suits and other garments she can collect for those families who have none. Now, here's how every one of you can help out a great deal. You should make it your job to see that your own family's clothing contribution gets to your local collection station, neatly bundled up and ready to be turned over. In fact, you might form a team with the members of your gang and check every family in your neighborhood to make sure that they've made a clothing collection. And also, that this contribution is taken down to the center. You see, this clothing won't be a bit of good to anybody if it's just collected and left at home. It's got to be taken down to the collection center. And gang, that's a job for you. You probably already know where that center is and your town or if you don't, your teacher or your parents can tell you. So get busy on this job, gang. It's not hard to do, and it's certainly mighty worthwhile. And now, back to the adventures of Superman. While Metropolis and government police agencies

11:17carried on a feverish search for Count Maniac, Park Kent brought word to the daily planet that the police were on their way to the planet to pick up Dr. Trago or the Moranian Ambassador. As we continue now, we find Kent quite in Dr. Trago or any police car with Lieutenant Carney. Listen. Lieutenant Carney, I demand to know where you are taking me and why. Yes, this is better be good, Carney. After all, Dr. Trago is the Moranian Ambassador to our government. I hope you know what you're doing, Lieutenant. This may embarrass Washington, you know. Oh, wait a minute. Take it easy, all of you. That's the traitor, the arrested. I am not. Here's a one-way partner. Well, may I inquire where you're taking him? And us at this time of night, Lieutenant? Surely it isn't just for the breadth of the sweet night air. Not at all, Mr. White. We're going to the Moranian Ambassador. The Moranian Ambassador. You are taking me to the Moranian Ambassador. I'm hoping you can identify a body, Dr. Trago. A body? Oh, no. Don't tell me. Here's your Dr. Trago. What body, Lieutenant? That's what we're hoping not to trigger, Lieutenant Carney.

12:19Here we are. Come on. What? I'm so confused. So be with it. All this I do not understand at all. And so I'll write it away. But we'll be straightened out soon enough. Of course. This body has something to do with the public business, Lieutenant. Yep. You mean, you think it's Monique's body? I'm not saying anything yet. Come on in. Hello, Lieutenant. Hello. You want to see that body that was just brought in? You're not the one. Oh, over here. Hey. It's a little telly story. What story, Lieutenant? That's what I want to know. And I? It'll tell us rather a cult Monique's 30-stein to sell out Moranian to Hitler, work or fail. Okay, Mike. Let's hear. Training forward, barely holding their breaths. Clark can't parry white and Dr. Trager watch the morgue attendant wheel a surgical table under a spotlight. Whose body will they see?

13:19And how will the discovery affect the Nazis' desperate last-ditch plot? We'll know tomorrow. So don't fail to listen then. Join in. Same time. Same station. And follow. The adventures of Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. Or powerful than a locomotive. Able to leave tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Tell us and girls, be sure to follow the adventures of Superman. Brought to you every day, Monday through Friday. Same time. Same station. By the makers of that super delicious cereal, Kellogg's pet. Superman is a counter-righted feature, appearing in Superman DC publication. This is the mutual broadcasting system. This is the mutual broadcasting system.

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