The Forbidden Box! 
                    
                    Superman's Girlfriend Lois Lane #37 (Nov. 1962) 
                      brings another chapter in "comics' greatest romance" 
                      as the Man of Steel sets out to prove Lois is an insufferable 
                      snoop who can't be trusted, and instead merely proves he's 
                      a colossal jerk.
                    The fun begins at the Daily Planet, where Lois is sneaking 
                      a peek at some papers on Clark Kent's desk 
                      just as Superman flies in the window. Hoping he didn't notice 
                      what she was doing ("I don't want him to think I'm 
                      a snoop!"), she "sidles over" to 
                      listen in on a conversation between Superman and Perry 
                      White.
                    
                    Wow, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, 
                      huh? Honestly, I don't know why so many people talk up the 
                      Superman/Lois relationship as some kind of great romance, 
                      when most of the time he treats her as at best a pain in 
                      the neck and at worst some kind of crazed stalker. And just 
                      for the record, any time someone starts a sentence with 
                      "Don't be offended," you can be sure he's about 
                      to say something offensive. And that he's a jerk.
                    Anyway, Superman proceeds to dress down Lois in front of 
                      her co-workers for being "over-inquisitive," and 
                      when she insists she can control her curiosity when she 
                      wants to, he vows to subject her to a test that will prove 
                      otherwise. Then he flies off, leaving Lois to sulk while 
                      Perry and Jimmy stand right behind her and talk about her 
                      in the third person. And you thought your office sucked.
                    
                    A few hours later, a mysterious box arrives for Lois, generating 
                      an odd response.
                    
                    Honestly, not another time bomb! That's the third one this 
                      week. Oh well, file it under "B" with the others 
                      and I'll get to it later.
                    A note on the box reads, "Do Not Open! Hold for Superman 
                      Till 3 PM." As it's already 4:30, Lois reasons the 
                      note means 3pm the next day (thus passing up a perfectly 
                      justifiable "out" if she wants to open it now). 
                      Realizing the mystery box must be part of Superman's promised 
                      "test," she vows to control her curiosity. Jimmy 
                      points out that her vow would be easier to take seriously 
                      if she weren't shaking the box next to her ear as she said 
                      it.
                    Heading home for the evening, Lois takes the box with her 
                      and tosses it on her kitchen table to prepare dinner. To 
                      her surprise, it takes flight and starts talking (Well? 
                      Wouldn't you be surprised?).
                    
                    The talking box points out it has no air holes, proving 
                      it can't contain a talking bird. (Aw, that was my guess; 
                      a bird that makes a box fly from the inside and is able 
                      to carry on a two-way conversation. Oh well...). Lois says 
                      maybe Superman's built an "anti-gravity box" and 
                      is projecting his voice with ventriloquism. The box says 
                      "open me and find out," but Lois is determined 
                      to prove Superman wrong, so she resists temptation.
                    
                    There you go, kids. Drugs can fix anything. Seriously though, 
                      if a flying box starts talking to you, drugs probably won't 
                      make things much worse.
                    As soon as Lois falls asleep, Superman shows up to check 
                      on the box.
                    
                    Okay, am I the only one who has a problem with Superman 
                      flying into a sleeping woman's bedroom in the middle of 
                      night? Why do I feel like this isn't the first time he's 
                      done this? Lucky for Lois she favors modest nightwear. If 
                      she wore a teddy to bed, Supes would bring along half the 
                      Justice League to spy on her.
                    Chatting with the mystery box as Lois lies deep in her 
                      drug-induced slumber, Superman lets us readers in on the 
                      big secret.
                    
                    Superman tells his Kandorian pal Ber-Tal to keep up the 
                      good work: "When she wakes up, promise her anything 
                      if she'll open the box!" Way to play dirty, pal. For 
                      a half-second his conscience kicks in as he notes "If 
                      Lois finally releases you, she will never forgive me..." 
                      No kidding; I imagine any gal would have a hard time forgiving 
                      you for smuggling a strange man into her apartment overnight...one 
                      who can watch everything she does with x-ray vision. Broads 
                      can be funny that way.
                    At dawn, Lois wakes to find her bed levitating off the 
                      floor, because the box is lifting it. "If you free 
                      me," says the voice inside, "I'll reward you beyond 
                      your wildest dreams!" Lois is steadfast in her resolve, 
                      grabbing her ear plugs to block the voice's pleas. The box 
                      knocks the plugs out of her hands and keeps harassing her.
                    A bit of a break comes when Lana Lang arrives for lunch 
                      and greets Lois in her own sweet way.
                    
                    Wow, sweet little Lana of Smallville grew up to be Alexis 
                      Carrington, didn't she? What kind of shrew shows up to bum 
                      lunch off a friend and says hello with an insult? And just 
                      to be extra rude, she brings a pet along unannounced. If 
                      you ask me, Superman should save a little of his bad attitude 
                      for the redhead in his life.
                    At exactly three o'clock, Superman flies in through the 
                      kitchen window (in a neat touch, Curt Swan draws Lana primping 
                      her hair at the sight of him). Lois tells him he can find 
                      his box in the living room, unopened. Instead, he finds 
                      it ripped to shreds and assumes she's failed the test (Lana 
                      is shown smirking).
                    Ber-Tal clears things up by producing the real culprit: 
                      Lana's cat, who smelled the Kandorian inside the box and 
                      ripped it open to get to him. Superman apologizes to Lois 
                      (though not too heartily) and rewards Lois with the box 
                      she initially saw him giving to Perry White.
                    
                    Haw, haw.
                    You know, it occurs to me that for a site with "fan" 
                      in the title an uncomfortable percentage of my reviews end 
                      up feeling like they should be on the Superdickery site, 
                      but what's a guy to do? Superman is a real jerk in this 
                      story, right down to that last twist of the knife. In fact, 
                      just about everyone in this story is hateful to Lois in 
                      some way or other, which is almost enough to make me feel 
                      sorry for her.
                    We're left to imagine Ber-Tal's reaction was when he learned 
                      the nature of the "special mission" he'd volunteered 
                      for. Surely even in Kandor people have lives to lead, and 
                      more important things to do with their time than play pranks 
                      on Superman's friends. How would Superman even approach 
                      the issue? If he just says "I need a volunteer," 
                      he risks being yelled at when the volunteer realizes what 
                      a stupid mission it is, but if he says up front "I 
                      need someone to hang out in Lois Lane's apartment all night...and 
                      you'll have x-ray vision", then it's a given most of 
                      the applicants will be perverts. The least he could have 
                      done was ask for a female volunteer.
                    I'm still not even sure what kind of "lesson" 
                      he's trying to teach. Come on, it's a floating, talking 
                      box that begs you to open it in exchange for anything you 
                      desire! Opening it wouldn't make you a snoop; on the contrary, 
                      not opening it would demonstrate some kind of superhuman 
                      restraint. Superman stacks the deck against Lois, and when 
                      he loses his bet anyway he can't resist getting in one last 
                      dig. Jerk.
                    Anyway, if Lois clears herself for now on "snoop" 
                      charges, she does reveal herself as something of a narcissist. 
                      I mean, how many people know exactly how many days it is 
                      til their birthday, if it's more than a month?
                    This one marks the second time in one week I guessed the 
                      wrong writer for a story. With the ham-handed (and largely 
                      failed) attempts at humor, I guessed this was a Jerry Siegel 
                      job, but it turns out the writer was Leo Dorfman.
                    At least I was curious enough to look it up.