"Quickly, Elevator Boy; to the shaft!"

I am trying ernestly to continue hating Jimmy Olsen, but, believe it or not, reading the Superman Family Showcase is making it increasingly difficult.

Nonplussed? Me, too. But how can you hate somebody ... like this:

"Dick Hunter, Elevator Boy"

I am certain I rented that movie; the star kept inviting people to go up and down his shaft.

And now I'm eagerly anticipating the rest of the Superman Family Showcase stories, where I'm hoping to encounter Jimmy's other "secret disguises": Ben Dover, the plumber's assistant; Peter Lover, the circus sword swallower; and Phil Colon, proctology nurse. I mean, really, Jimmy! I guess it works, though; judging from the word balloon, Superman really enjoys Jimmy's role-playing.

Face it, the more Jimmy Olsen stories you read, the more you realize that hating Jimmy Olsen is like kicking a sick puppy. It's just not fair.

This panel is from "Jimmy Olsen's Forgotten Adventure"; "Oh, Superman, I was so drunk last night!". Don't worry, Jimmy, I'm sure the jpegs will be all over the internet to help remind you.

Anyway, since this is Haikuesday...According to this
identification I
know I'm Dick Hunter.

Okay, Jimmy, okay, we get it; you're a "Dick Hunter", give it a rest.
Stop hitting us over the head with it like a brick...

The universe sends a firm message to Jimmy about the lack of subtlety in his
"secret identities".