The truth. Maybe it's an archaic concept these days, but I live by it. I've given my word to the people of this city that the Planet will always report the truth. No matter the risk. Somebody has to take a stand.
Maybe there should be some mystery to those 'mystery men,' maybe it's enough to keep their memories alive and honor them. They set the standard for all the heroes that followed. That's why we call it the Golden Age.
It's the politicians we should be toasting. For once they've shown some backbone -- done the right thing. And I for one have never been prouder to print any story. So, sure -- I'll raise my glass with the staff. We'll drink to victory even as we stand on the edge of defeat. But, by Caesar, at least we stand united.
Relax, Lois. Relax. You were beaten to it, that's all. Happens to the best reporters. Used to happen to me all the time. And you might as well take a good look at the fella who got the Superman story ahead of you. He's joined the Planet staff, as of today. Lois Lane, meet Clark Kent!
You may be ready to crawl away to some retirement village in Florida, but I'm not! You haven't heard the last of this, you old @#$%! And neither have the rest of you! Bunch of tired-out old %#$@ sitting around on your pimply old $%#&@s all day! I remember when this was a real newspaper, not a %#@& rich man's... er... oh... ah... if you'll... er... excuse me, ma'am...