The Headless Indian Part 07

Faster than a speeding bullet! More carballs than a locomotive! Able to leave poor buildings at a single bound! Yes, it's Superman! Strange visitor from another world, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond both of mortal men.

Superman, who can change the course of mighty rivers, bends steel in his bare hands, and who, disguised as part-kemp, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, for a newspaper, fights are never ending battle for truth, justice, and the American way.

But before we join Superman, here is an important message. For another girl somewhere in the Solomon Islands, there are a lot of big, tough fighting Marines. And they're carrying guns that you may have helped to buy for them.

That is, if you've been buying your share of war-saving stamps for victory. You see, every single dime you exchange for a war-saving stamp helps to buy the guns and bullets, the flames and bombs, the ships and the shells that are going to lick the Nazis and the jets.

Now we know that all red-blooded Americans can actually wear Uncle Sam's uniforms, because some of us are too young or too old to join the Army or Navy. But there is one big important way we can help.

We can buy war-saving stamps and bombs. We can lend our money to Uncle Sam and put weapons into the hands of American fighting men. And do you know that your dime spent for a war stamp is the same dime used by five forty-five caliber bullets?

I guess you know too, and the Japs and the Nazis certainly do, what a soldier or sailor or marine can do with just five bullets. And speaking of sailors, you might be interested to learn that every time you buy five war stamps, that same fifty cents buys enough fuel oil to carry a destroyer a full mile closer to which