Al Vincents Corrupt Political Machine Part 07

Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky, it's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Kill-Ogs, PEP. P-E-P-PEP. Kill-Ogs, PEP. The sunshine cereal prevents the adventures of Superman.

Superman! Today Jimmy Olsen has momentarily blocked Mary Hennig's attempts to secure the Martin Higgins letters and at the same time has placed himself in eminent danger. Hello there gang. This is your pal Dan McCullough. People who know say that it's a mighty tough job to handle your schoolwork all morning unless you've had a good

solid sort of breakfast and people who know what's good say that when Kellogg's kelog's pet heads the breakfast menu, you're bound to want to eat hearty. Yes, sir, kelog's pet sure does give your appetite the old one too, because it looks so good in the first place, all golden and toasted and crisp, and because

pet tastes so sunny and inviting. You know, kelog's pet is called the sunshine cereal. It's packed to the brim with full, smooth, sunshine flavor. Every time you dig down on those crunchy delicate flakes, your spoon comes up with mighty keen eating that tastes like more.

Why, before you know it, you've polished off every last flake in your bowl. And a good thing that is too. Because the cereal grains have been picked out to give that swell grain nourishment to fellas and girls all over the world.

So, get hept to Pep gang. Don't waste it. When mom brings Kellogg's Pep home from the grocers, take special pains to make sure there's no waste at your house. Handle with care is the idea if you pour your own cereal.