Superman - The Golden Homing Pigeon

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I stood on a speeding boat.

More powerful than a locomotive.

I have a really cool building for the single bowels.

Up on the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane.

That's Superman.

Yes, his Superman has brought you by that super delicious cereal Kellogg Pass.

Today we reach the throwing climax to the story of the Golden Homing Pigeon.

A new adventure looms ahead for Superman and his friends.

We'll join him in a moment.

But first, let's listen in on the discussion between two members of the Pepe aviation club.

They seem pretty excited about something.

Hey, Eddie. I've just been talking about new voyeur moved in next door to me.

Yeah.

And what a guy. I've been even a small member for the club.

Why is he an aviation expert or something?

No, but his father's an army flyer.

He was found at the airport.

An army flyer?

Oh, you're kidding.

Nobody honest.

Pete's father is a civilian flight instructor for the army.

He goes primary training to aviation cadets.

Pete said he was a regular pilot in the first floor.

And he knows a lot of slow stories.

What do you know about that?

And Pete's not about planes.

He's been up with his father a lot of time.

So I thought we could take him into the club and then maybe his father would give us some pointers about our plane models.

Yeah.

You know, the ones we've been getting out of pet packages.

Maybe that's not a bad idea.

I bet Pete's father could give us plenty of insight dope about those models.

Well, why don't I bring Pete over to the club tomorrow?

And we can discuss this thing with him.

After all, he's new here, and he probably doesn't know we all collect pet model planes.

Hey, that's a good idea, Jack.

I'll see you both over at the club tomorrow.

Well, gang, if the new boy in town hasn't found out about the pet plane models,

you know as well as I do what a swell surprise he's going to get.

Because there's a cardboard plane model in two colors right inside every single package of Kellogg's pet.

You don't have to spend it any money for it, not even a box top.

And what's more, there are seven models in this series really keen ones like the flying fortress and the pretty spitfire.

So gang, keep on making those gold and delicious whole wheat flakes your own special breakfast.

Keep on collecting pet model planes.

And remember the name, pet.

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And now they're adventures of Superman!

Captured by Barton, the man of many accents, Jimmy Olson was told he must decide how to die.

Either by leaping on Barton's terrace to the street, 35 stories below,

or by facing the saboteurs' man-eating black panther.

Meanwhile, Superman, having foiled Barton's latest coup

by saving an American convoy from Jack Rocket Guns,

returned to Metropolis to find Jimmy missing.

As we continue now, on the high terrace, Barton is taunting Jimmy.

Ten feet away in the next room, the black panther snarls and strains of the chain holding him to the wall.

Listen.

I came out here, Olson, to remind you that it's just two minutes before five o'clock.

You, uh, remember I told you I feed my black panther on this terrace, promptly at five.

I...

And you remember I told you I didn't intend to feed him today,

but I was just going to release him.

If you're trying to make me beg you, you got a lot of guests coming.

Just listen to her.

I know it is dinner time.

You intend to remain here and meet the panther all.

Jump up the terrace.

You're a dirty low-down lad.

Why don't you jump up?

It's only 35 stories to the street.

Do know.

Perhaps your friend Superman will appear in time to save you, as he did the other day.

Maybe...

I'm afraid you won't see Superman today, Olson.

But any other day.

Well, just 30 seconds to go.

You'll excuse me, Olson, unchange the panther.

He hates to be kept waiting, you know.

This mocking laughter ringing in Jimmy Olson's ears.

Watering approaches his stalling black panther and prepares to loose the chains

which hold the savage beast to the wall.

But at this moment in Clark Kent's office of the daily planet,

Kent has just resumed his true identity of Superman.

Meaning from his open window he is releasing the golden homing pigeon with the steel talons.

The bird he captured over the Jeppesville, Kenek Island.

All right, out of this window with your pigeon.

Unless I miss my guess you'll lead me to Barton and to Jim.

Okay, on your way.

Oh.

Out of an after-it.

Oh!

And away!

Getting across town.

Seems to know where it's going, all right.

And which time do you like to get that much faster?

Go on, pigeon, go on.

Hey, that's funny.

I'm heading right over the pet shop.

I wonder if...

Oh, wait a minute.

You've been starting to circle over that hall of vibrant buildings.

Let's get up there.

Up!

Where it's beginning to circle down.

That means it's all nested around here someplace.

But where?

Great Scott.

On that terrace.

It's Jim.

And a big black beast about to swing at it.

Down to that terrace.

Down!

Stand back, Jim.

All right.

And there, come on.

Got it.

Don't like being killed by the scrub of the neck, eh?

Go ahead.

All right.

Not all you want to do.

He's back, Jim.

All right now.

I'll just...

You, Barton.

Stop that gun.

That's what the boy is going to do.

He killed the pig?

Yes, he met those shots from me,

but I yanked a passer in the path of the bullet.

Barton, stand back.

I've got three bullets left.

Enough of you in the open.

Don't go, Jim.

Stand behind me.

It's okay, Superman.

All right, Barton.

Let's have it.

You'll get it all right.

Don't look so surprised, Bart.

Pull as always, bounce off me.

I'm dreaming.

If you are, it's a bad dream.

Bad for you.

Come here.

Shake now.

We know it's a game in here.

Pick on me.

Oh, no, you don't.

Don't go me up there.

I'm the dentist.

Don't.

And don't.

You deserve it, but I don't meet out funny.

And America, we leave that to Anna's courts.

Jim, can you get back to the daily planet?

All right, by yourself.

Sure.

I'm okay now, Superman.

All right, you do that.

Now, Barton, hang on tight.

This is going to be the fastest trip to jail you ever saw.

No! No! No! No! No! No!

A short time later, an editor white's office in the daily planet.

Jimmy has recited his hair raising adventure to white and bluest.

White has rushed out to remake the next edition of the paper.

Oh, Jim, that was a terrible experience.

Well, it wasn't much fun when Barton then changed that black panther, I can tell you.

But when Superman showed up, oh, boy, was I glad to see him.

That you were.

What a man.

You should have seen him pick up that panther like it.

Or like it was a kitten.

You talking about me?

You.

We were talking about a real man.

About Superman.

Oh, that's certainly steals my thunder, doesn't it?

Oh, you want to hear what happened.

I know all about it, Jim.

I was at the jail when Superman brought Barton in.

Huh?

You were.

And to pay you back for that crack you just made about me lowest.

I'm glad to tell you that I've just scooped you on Barton's confession.

What?

Guys.

What a white man.

What a white man, Mr. Ken.

Well, he told us enough so there won't be any difficulty in rounding up the rest of his gang of saboteurs.

He cleared up another thing I couldn't figure out before.

Why, Mr. Ken?

I kept wondering how Barton found out that Richard, the pigeon fancier in Hickory Hill,

had the second golden homing pigeon.

And how Candy Myers had one too?

Oh, by the way, Candy Myers is going to be all right, Mr. Ken.

Mr. White told him.

Oh, that's fine.

Well, go on, Mr. Brilliant reporter.

How did Barton find out about Richard's and Candy Myers having his pigeon?

He trapped the daily planet telephone wires.

What?

Here, huh?

Soon as we announced over the radio that we found the first pigeon, Barton figured that anyone else finding a pigeon might get in touch with us.

So he somehow managed to tap our wires.

Cheaper.

Well, it's all over now.

Thanks to Superman.

Incidentally, the circus is opening this afternoon and I've got some passes.

How would you two like to go?

The circus.

Oh, boy.

Gosh, thanks, Mrs. Lane.

Oh, would you get the pass from the three vocals?

They do a high-wire act.

They're friends of mine.

How about it, Clark?

I got a big kick out of the circus too, so I'll see what Jim did.

Gosh, thanks, Mrs. Lane.

Well, let's go then.

We can get a bite of lunch on the way.

Come on, let's get started.

All right, I'll just tell the chief of the way we're going.

Considering what Jim went through, I don't think he'll object.

Tell him there's a pass.

The ambulance, he wants to come along.

Okay.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy.

The best trick is ever with me.

Hey, look at the crowd, Mr. Kent.

Hey, look at the band, that's right.

It's with me.

It looks like all you've got to look ahead to tomorrow when you're back to have an awful stomachache, Jim, huh?

That's the third bag of peanuts, you know?

Yeah, no.

Yeah, that's the circus that's going together.

But now, let's have a view, Jim.

Oh, gosh.

They're all blind with what they are.

Oh, I can't get some more.

Oh, the human.

No more sense in faith.

Keep my feet warm, Jim.

Okay.

Jim, look at those acrid eyes on the flying rig.

Oh, boy.

Who should I could do that?

When did you see the free vocals do their high-wire ads?

That is something.

When you said the free vocals are friends of yours, didn't you, Mrs. Wayne?

I wrote a story about them a couple of years ago.

We got to know and like each other.

They always send me passes, and the circus comes down.

And we visit together.

They're lovely people, Jim.

They are.

Those of all those now climbing up their ropes to the high-wire.

Where?

Over there, see?

Oh, yes, that's them.

That's Carl and his guitar.

There's a little kid climbing the rope behind the man.

That's here.

He's the third vocal.

That little kid?

Uh-huh.

Is he in the end?

Oh, my gosh.

He can't be more than 10 or 11.

He's downing nine.

He's been farming with his mother and father since he was an infant.

Wait a minute.

Here comes the announcement.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are about to present

The most spectacular,

the most colorful,

and the most innocent,

on any other circus.

The three vocals,

the three dance levels of the air.

The dance level was amazing.

That's the fighting from a single,

same wire.

Consensitive,

100 feet above,

but that doesn't break.

Cheap?

I'm hungry.

Cheap?

And the power is now.

Look off of the floor up here.

Don't say it.

Get in the chair.

Listen, the vocals here in the summer thought

I'm that single wire.

I landed on a husband's shoulder.

And no knitted in the beginning.

Watch Peter the bar again.

He's getting ready to leave the power.

What is he doing this way?

He will work out on the wire

and his father will toss him up

on Mrs. Nova's shoulders.

And it's...

Damn!

Holy mess!

It's the wire!

Get off!

Get falling!

Downward.

Downward.

They're freshing on

and strangled tight-spatching

in the glow of the great church lights.

The two vocals

were all sickeningly tall

the earth,

100 feet below.

The great crowd screens

and freezes in horror.

We'll return

for the dramatic climax

of today's episode

in a moment.

But first,

John wants to have a word with you.

Go ahead, John.

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from school so hungry

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wait until dinner time?

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And now,

back to our story.

Beginning their spectacular

high-wire performance

at the circus.

Mr. and Mrs.

Vogel suddenly plunge

through space

toward the earth,

100 feet below,

when the wire snapped

beneath them.

Before the horrified eyes

of lowest kidney

and thousands of spectators,

their bodies landed

with a dull,

sickening thought.

Watch can't

be turning from beneath the

hands that just

joined our brains.

I can't

not

hear you, Laura.

Easy.

Are you getting

what I'm going to help

it's possible?

Look at that.

The thing

the little kid didn't

get out of the wire.

Funny.

He's coming

down the rope now.

Poor kid.

Oh, it's

just so terrible.

And probably both

get at the first

bad attitude.

The circus

ever had, isn't it?

Wasn't

an accident.

Huh?

What did you say, Mr.

Axis?

What?

I'm sorry, but

it was not an accident.

It was murder.

It was murder.

It was murder.

It was murder.

It was murder.

What did you say, Mr.

Axis?

I said, it was

not an accident.

It was murder.

It was murder.

It started out of

her weeping,

the lowest gas

and stairs at Clark

Kent.

Mahami's breath catches

in this throat.

Murder.

Cantas just declared.

Another tragic accident

when the high wire

broke.

But murder.

What this can't mean? What did his keen eyes see that no one else in that great crowd saw?

A thousand girls don't miss tomorrow's episode in our thrilling new mystery adventure story.

June ends same time same station and listen to the adventures of Superman

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