Horace Morton's Weather Predictions - Pt 01

Presenting the transcription feature, Superman! Up at the sky! Look! It's a bird! It's a bird! It's a bird! It's Superman! And now Superman. Might he visit her from another world who came to work when the planet Krypton was destroyed by quakes and explosions.

Superman, who can then steal in his bare hands, leap tall building to the single bound, a racist-feeding bullet to its target. The walks about among human beings, this guy is at Clark Kent, news reporter for a great metropolitan paper.

As our story opens today, Clark Kent is on its way through the city room of the daily planet toward the private office of editor Perry White. If he is about to knock, he realizes that Lois Lane is a pro, apparently headed in the same direction.

Hello, Miss Lane. Oh, hello, Mr. Kent. Hey, you're looking great. Oh, what's new? Ask me later after I've seen the old man. What? Well, that's why I'm headed myself. He just called me. He just called me too.

Hey, what's the big idea? Haven't you heard? Constance of leaders of American journalists. Oh, oh. Now, here we go. One there. Oh, hello, Ken. Now, client. Here, go, Lord. Fine. Come in. Close the door.

Hello, I'm entirely too old to lose my sleep on the count of any members of your family. My family, dear wife. Oh, you must mean Uncle Horace. Right. I do mean Uncle Horace. Look here, if this is a family realm, it's too wide.

Maybe I'd better run along. You say we are, Kent. You're in this, too. Or you will be. Who's Uncle Horace, you plan? Uncle Horace is Dr. Horace Morton, one of our leading clients, meteorologists. Uh, leading with?