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As you remember, a dishonest politician named Big George Latimer and a former Nazi brain specialist named Dr. Marsh tried to cripple Superman's mind by feeding him liquid kryptonite, a strange green glowing metallic substance from the exploded planet on which Superman was born and which, in the atmosphere of Earth, robs him of all his great strength and power. After the first two treatments, Superman lost his memory, but managed to escape during a violent thunderstorm. And when last seen, he was riding in a truck clad in ragged overalls, not knowing who he was or where he was going. Unaware that Superman and Clark Kent are one and the same person, our friends on the Daily Planet have been searching frantically for Kent. And as we continue now, Editor Perry White is speaking on the phone to Police Inspector Henderson as Lois Lane, girl reporter, enters his office. Listen. Now, look here, Henderson, you've got to arrest Latimer. What do you mean you can't arrest him? He knows where Kent is, and I say so, and Batman says so. The trouble with you is you're afraid of Latimer. Easy, Chief. Now, just a minute. You listen to me for a change. Henderson. Henderson! Henderson! Oh, confound it, he hung up. Well, no wonder the way you talk to him. You shouldn't tell him that he's afraid of Latimer. Well, if he isn't, why doesn't he arrest him? Answer that. Because there's no real evidence that Latimer abducted Clark. Well, Batman says he did. Batman said he thinks so, and that isn't proof. Oh, no? Well, if Latimer wasn't holding Kent, and maybe Superman, too, in that old mill, why did he shoot down Batman's plane when he was flying over it? Look, Chief, I'm not trying to say that Latimer didn't abduct Clark. Of course you are. I'm just telling you why Henderson can't arrest him. He hasn't got anything on him. Latimer is too clever. Now, now, don't you worry. We'll find Kent, or Batman and Robin Will, or Candy Myers, or the police. I haven't been able to find him yet, and it's almost a week since he... I know, I know, I know, but we'll find him, I tell you. Now, come on, Lois, fix your face and put your hat on. We're going out. Where? Well, first to see the mayor, and then to the police commissioner. And then, if necessary, to see the governor. The governor? Latimer may be a big shot in state politics, but I've got some influence around here myself. I'll find Kent if it's the last thing I ever do. Come on. Determined to get action, Perry White starts for the mayor's office to set all possible machinery in motion in the search for the missing Clark Kent. Meanwhile, Big George Latimer is speeding his own machinery in the hunt for the man he knows only as Superman. In the locked library of his palatial estate in Metropolis Heights, the burly politician chews savagely on his cigar as he listens to the report of Al McGuire, head of the McGuire Confidential Detective Service. Now, here's the dope, Mr. Latimer. When this fellow left the farm, he, uh... Oh, by the way, you didn't tell me his name. I know I didn't, McGuire, and I don't intend to. Well, I think you ought to. I don't think so. He doesn't know his name because he's lost his memory. You don't have to know it either. Well, that's the way it has to be. That's the way. You said you picked up his trail after he got away from the farm. That's right. He was walking along Highway 22 in the rain when a truck driver picked him up and drove him to the fork outside of Central City and let him off. You're sure it was, uh, our man? Positive. The time checks, and the driver says this fellow was tall, well-built, wearing ragged overalls. Says he, uh, spoke like an educated man, too. Only kind of crazy. He didn't know where he was going, and he kept asking the driver if he was sure he never saw him before. He's our man, all right. Go on, McGuire. Well, another truck, a milk truck, picked him up at the fork. The milk truck driver tells about the same story the other one did. Our man didn't know where he was going or where he came from, and he kept asking the driver if he'd ever seen him before. He was trying to find out who he was. Where did the truck take him? To Bensonville. A lawyer picked him up in his car there and drove him to Ferndale. Yes? Then what? Well, we, uh, had a hard time picking up his trail from there. But I got good detectives working for me, Mr. Latimer. I only the best. Yes, I know you've got good men, and that you can be dependent on to keep your mouth shut. I wouldn't have given you this job. So stop patting yourself on the back and get on with your report. Okay, okay. Now, let's see. Your man hitched a ride on a truck doing long-distance hauls. A few miles out of Ferndale, that was. We checked all the trucks and cars that went through Ferndale last night and then contacted all the drivers. I had a man fly all the way to Willow Falls and talk to the driver we wanted. You're getting paid for it. What did this fellow tell you? Well, he said he took our man as far as the state line, then he lost him. Lost him? You mean you haven't been able to pick up his trail again? No, sir. He just disappeared at the state line. That's impossible. You've got to find him. This means everything to me, McGuire. Well, we're doing all we can, but I... You've got to find him, I tell you. Put more men on the case. I don't care how much money it costs. Find that man and bring him to me. Yes, sir. I'm doing everything possible. You've got to find him quickly. Other people are looking for him. I can't take the chance of his falling into the hands of the police. If he's brought to Metropolis and identified, I'm sunk. Okay. Look, I got a little idea. It might work. It's going to cost some money, though. Maybe $5,000 will be okay? Of course. And I tell you, I don't care how much money it costs. Okay, I'll get right on it, then. I'll contact all the local cops around where our man disappeared. The cops? Are you crazy, McGuire? I told you I don't want the cops to find them. But they might, whether you want them to or not. And if they deliver them to us, that'll be okay. They won't. They'll contact all the missing persons bureaus. Not after they hear my story, they won't. Now, just leave this to me, Mr. Latimer. I know what I'm doing. I hope you do. I do. And I think this stunt will get our man. I've got to work fast, though, so I'll be going. Report to you later, Mr. Latimer. As Big George Latimer's private detective prepares a trap which he believes will net the missing superman, the man of steel stands on the quiet main street of a small village. Clad in the ragged overalls, Latimer and Dr. Marsh put on him. He stares about him blankly, not knowing who he is or where he came from. Constable to me, elderly, wiry, coatless, the large star in his vest gleaming in the noonday sun approaches him. Howdy, mister. What? Oh, hello. Visiting friends in this village, maybe? Why, no, I don't think so. What's doing here, then? I, I don't know. You don't, huh? What's your name? My name? Yeah, your name. You got one, ain't you? Sure, I must have. Those men in the trucks, they, they called me Bud. That's it, Bud. Bud what? Why, uh, uh... Got any means of occupation? Occupation? You mean that I... A job, got a job. Why, I don't know, constable. I can't seem to remember. I thought not. You're a vagrant. I'm going to lock you up. Come on. Oh, wait a minute. You can't arrest me. I didn't do anything. That's just it. You're a vagrant. You're going to come along, peaceable-like, or do I have to put the handcuffs on you? But you can't arrest me, constable. Please, I, I've got to find out who I am. That'll be all out of you. Come along. But this isn't going to do... Come along. Please, come along. Protesting vainly, Superman is led to the village jail by the constable. What will happen now? Something startling happens, as we'll discover in just a moment. So stand by. Say, if you like knowing what's what and what's fun, take a look at those brand-new Pep comic buttons that you can get, one in every package of Kellogg's Pep. Because unless you start collecting them, you're going to be cut out of the running when your friends are working up their collections and swapping duplicates, and you'd sure hate to miss out. These new Pep comic buttons are real eye-catchers, for one thing. The colors are bright, the pictures of familiar funny sheet characters are clear and true to life. The buttons are one grand way to dress up your jacket or your dresser cap. And here's something else. There are 18 new and different buttons in this new series. That means that your fun keeps on and on. You get the excitement of collecting a breath of breeze, Mr. Bibbs, Uncle Avery, Superman, and all the rest. So hop to it. Get busy right now. Make sure that you're stocked up with plenty of Kellogg's Pep, and go to town on your collection. That's the only way you can get these comic buttons, you know. You can't buy them anywhere, and you don't send in any money, not even a box stop. They come only as prizes, one in every package of Kellogg's Pep. Pep's a prize when it comes to good eating, too. Gold and toasted whole wheat flakes that are loaded with catchy sunshine flavor. So for prize eating and exciting prizes, get P-E-P, the sunshine cereal, Kellogg's Pep. And now, back to the adventures of Superman. In his small police station, Constable Toomey is telling his deputy, Ed North, about the vagrant he has just locked in the station's single cell. What do you think about that fellow I just locked up, Ed? He don't seem like no vagrant. He looks like one of those turnover hours. He said he didn't have a job, didn't he? Yeah. He talks like educated young fellow. Claims he can't remember nothing. Where he comes from, why he was hitchhiking, nothing. It's so? Yeah. I've heard about cases like that. Fellas losing their memories. Am, uh, uh, amnesia, I think they call it. That's it. Ah. Tell you what, Ed, I'm going to call the county sheriff's office. Have a description of this fellow. Go to the missing persons bureaus all over the country. Now, wait till I see who this is. Village jail constable Toomey. This is Frank Constable. A detective agency in Metropolis, you say? That's right. You may be able to help me, constable, and at the same time make yourself $5,000. $5,000? What are you talking about? It's a memory. Oh, I know what that means. Tell me more about this fellow. What's he look like? He's tall, dark, well-built. Uh-huh. What does he constable shop in? When he dis-overalls. Can I get overalls, eh? Yeah, they belong to his gardener. Uh-huh. You see, constable, they're anxious to keep this out of the papers. Oh, yeah, sure. They feel that the publicity stands. Yeah, I... Well, that's a city. Uh-huh. Wait a minute, mister. I've got this fellow. What? You've got him? Yeah, I've got him in my jail this minute. You see, I was... Does anybody else know you've got him? No, no, no, not yet. I was just going to... Fine, now you wait right there, constable. I'll be there in two hours with a young mate. Oh, I'll say it's okay. Hurry right along, mister. That young fellow will be right here waiting for you. Wow! $5,000, Ed! I am rich! Chortling gleefully, constable Toomey visualizes the $5,000 soon to be placed in his hands. Unaware that the prisoner he has promised to deliver is Superman. Apparently, Private Detective McGuire's clever trick has worked, and Superman is about to be returned to Big George Latimer and the Nazi brain specialist, Dr. Marsh. What will happen? A great deal happens in tomorrow's thrilling and surprising episode, fellows and girls, so be sure to be with us. Tune in, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC comic magazines and is brought to you Monday through Friday at this same time by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. Say, what goes with the kids in other countries? What do they look like and how do they dress? Well, Kellogg has the answer with the cut-out dolls of all nations on packages of Kellogg's Crumbles. It's swell fun cutting them out and changing their costumes and collecting all six countries in the series, like Norway and Holland and China. Two cut-out dolls with native costumes on every package. And only on packages of Kellogg's Crumbles, the only cereal made in crinkly, sorta sweet and mellow-rich shreds of real whole wheat. 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