Especially the grimaces on Jimmy and Superman's faces in the center panel, like two six-year-olds saying, "I say it's spinach, and the hell with it." You can only express full resentment by crossing your arms while you scowl ... this is a scientific fact, you know.
And the bottom ad for Tootsie Rolls? Postmodern simplistic genius! There was a TV commercial for Tootsie Rolls with the same theme. It ended with a kid nodding his head and trying to grin around a mouthful of Tootsie Roll and a solo male tenor voice chanted that immortal jingle: "Long time, long time! Chewy chewy Tootsie Roll last a long time! Mmmmm-mmmm!"
As our story resumes, Lois has decided that Bruce Wayne is really Superman, despite seeing a Batman outfit in Wayne's closet. Under cover of writing a story about his philanthropic work, she intends to woo him and get him to propose, so she can thereby snare Superman, her idol.
At a "swanky" Wild West restaurant, Bruce sees a gunslingin' gal and hits the deck, worried it's a hit.
WAIT A MINUTE! Wouldn't Batman (or even millionaire playboy Bruce Wayne) have dragged his date out of danger, too? For once we have an unbelievable plot action taken by someone other than Lois!
Anyway, turns out the gal's shootin' iron is really a gun camera (I thought gun cameras were only on jets?). And since Lois is certain that Bruce is Superman, she figures he's playing chicken so that no one will think he's as rough and tough as he really is.
Next thing we know, they're in each others' arms on the dance floor, and the lights are sparkling in their eyes, and moonlight becomes her, and moon and June and love and above ....
... Oops, I got carried away in the romance! At any rate, come back Wednesday to see what happens when the lights come up and the music fades away.