Donelli's Protection Racket - Pt 01

Presenting the Transcription feature, Superman! Up in the sky! Look! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman! Now, Superman! Might he visit her from another world with powers and affilities never before realized by mortal men.

Able to leak tall buildings at a single pound, race his feeding bullet to a target, crushed steel with his bare hands. Superman! champion of the weak and the oppressed. Courageous fighter for truth and justice who mingles with ordinary men as mild-mannered Clark Kent reporter for the Daily Planet a great metropolitan newspaper. As our story opens today Clark Kent is

about to leave the Daily Planet building when he is hailed by young Jimmy Olson a red-headed freckle-faced copy boy who works in the editorial department of the paper. Listen. Nice to see you in a minute.

What's up, Jimmy? All on fire? No, it's nothing to do with the paper, Mr. Kent. It's...well, it's sort of personal. If you're in a hurry and you haven't got time... Oh, no. All the time in the world, Jimmy.

I'm in a Mr. White's office. He's gone for the day. Hey. Now, we can talk about having to shout over the racket of those typewriters and newstickers. What's on your mind, Jimmy? You look worried.

I am worried, Mr. Kent. It's about my mother. She's sick, Jimmy. Oh, she's all right. At least she's all right now. What do you mean? I guess I better start him in the beginning so you'll know what it's all about.

Alright. You see, my father owned a candy store on Scruce Street. Huh? When he died three years ago, my mother went to work in his store and kept it running pretty good. Oh, by herself?