The combination of live fantasy drama interspersed with segments of Wild West cops-and-robbers film should prove real moppet-lure for the DuMont web. The two ingredients are well mixed in CAPTAIN VIDEO, a wing-ding kid show airing across the board and permitting the thumb-sucking crew to work off their growing pains in front of the television.

The hero of the live part of the show is the dashing electronic adventurer, Captain Video, played to the last confident swagger by Richard Coogan. And he is garbed for the part in an AC-DC type flying suit. This is no ordinary scientist, mind you, but one who has a special lab of his own, replete with flashing lights and mysterious-looking instrumetns, used for super-secret radar experiments. When he swings into action, he calls for his teen-age assistant, the Video Ranger, in a special jargon of his own, including such commands as: "Power on! Remote carrier on! Time elementation on! Sharp focus!"

The doughty Captain was caught in the midst of an interplanetary struggle with the evil Dr. Pauli, the captain's only real rival in electronic theory. It seems Dr. Pauli is doing something with charged atoms and sympathetic frequency electrons, which will create radar reflections on the moon, causing a total eclipse of the sun, obviously! The purpose of all these shenanigans is to terrify us earthlings and enable Dr. Pauli, who even sneers with a Germanic expression, to take over the world. Superstition, he says, will rule the world when his buzz-boxes begin affecting the tides, and then he moves in for the kill.

The ruthless Pauli has an obnoxious-looking assistant who sniveled about gutterally as Pauli issued such warnings as: "We shall not fail. But if we do, you know what failure means to you..." Pauli appears to be too tough a nut for such a clean-cut youth as Captain Video, even tho the latter has a facsimile receiver, and it might be wise to call in Major Edwin Armstrong or the U.S. Marines to lend a hand.

Every five minutes or so the good Captain seems to grow weary of all this, and to relieve his mounting ennui called upon the Video Ranger to tune in the doings of Lightning Bill Carson. This enabled DuMont to offer another hunk of an ancient Tim McCoy film titled SIX-GUN TRAIL. What kid could ask for more? In addition, the show is imaginatively mounted, cannily directed and makes full use of visual possibilities.