I was a great Cub Scout. I won badges, went on hikes, supplied the baseball bat we used when we played ball and even recruited new members. I never made it to Boy Scouts, though. I flunked Tenderfoot. They kind of insisted I be able to tie knots and after three tests over three successive weeks, it just wasn't happening so I took my baseball bat and went home.
Here, though, from a couple of decades before my doomed efforts, we find the Man of Steel and the Caped Crusaders literally saluting the Boy Scouts of America. Art by Win Mortimer I believe.