Dr.Roebling And The Voice Machine Part 08

Presenting the Transcription feature, Superman! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman! Yes, it's Superman! Strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond balls of mortal men.

Superman who can leap tall buildings to the single bound, grace a speeding bullet to its target, then steel in his bare hands, and who disguise this Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never ending battle for truth and justice.

And now to our story, when Dr. Walter Robling's amazing voice machine was smashed by his vengeful nephew, the elderly inventor expressed the feeling that the damage could never be repaired. The machine, a mass of twisted steel and tangled wires, had been struck a savage blow with an iron crowbar and seemed to be ruined. After Dr. Robling's nephew had been

turned over to the police and editor Perry White had gone back to the Daily Planet office, Kent looked on in the basement laboratory of the inventor suburban home as Dr. Robling's trembling fingers attempted to make order out of chaos. Far into the night he watched the intricate mechanisms slowly take shape and form. The hours slipped by and the first grey

light of daybreak appeared in the east. Somewhere in the house the clock struck five. No, can't I, but I'm afraid it's a hopeless task. Why do you say that, Dr. Rolving? Well, when I built the machine, can't I?

I worked for the set of diagrams, but I was afraid once it was finished that somehow the diagrams might fall into the hands of the wrong people. And so I destroyed them. I burned them in the fireplace.