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Suffering from complete loss of memory caused by doses of liquid kryptonite which were forcibly fed to him by Big George Latimer, Superman became a sensational baseball pitcher under the assumed name of Bud Smith and was purchased by the big league Metropolis Titans. On his arrival in Metropolis, he was met by reporters Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen, who were fascinated by his amazing resemblance to their missing friend Clark Kent, who, as we know, is really Superman. Lois offered to drive him to the ballpark, unaware that Latimer, fearing that Superman might recover his memory, was following in another car and had arranged for an accident to happen to them. As Lois, with Jimmy and Bud Smith beside her, drove her car along deserted Dunhill Road, a heavy truck suddenly swung in front of them, crowding them toward a deep ditch and threatening to smash the car like an eggshell. Look out! Seeing instant death loom over them, Lois is frozen with terror. As Jimmy cries out in horror, Bud Smith, having forgotten he is Superman, instinctively thrusts out a hand to ward off the huge truck which is about to crush them. At the thrust of Superman's hand, propelled by the strength which can move mountains, the giant truck rocks back violently on two wheels, almost overturns. And in the instant before it careens back, Lois' car sweeps safely past and speeds away up the road. Pale and shaken after their miraculous escape, Lois and Jimmy cannot speak. Bud Smith, not realizing that it was his superhuman strength that saved them, finds his voice first. Was that close? Oh, dear. That's putting it mildly, Mr. Smith. And how? I thought sure we were done for. Frankly, so did I, Jim. One moment that truck was practically on top of us, and then it just seemed to tip backwards and let us pass before dropping again. Yeah. I wonder what did happen. Well, I don't know, except, well, maybe, I guess the driver just managed to swing away in time. But the way the truck tipped back, as if a pile driver or something had hit it. Hey, what's the matter with your forehead, Jim? I don't know. Why, there's a lump on it as big as an egg. Jim, you're hurt. I am. Watch the road, Miss Lane. Here, let's have a look at you, son. I do feel kind of groggy. I think I must have bumped my head on the windshield back there. Oh, Jimmy. You'll be all right, Miss Lane. We'd better get him to a doctor for a checkup. Step on it. All right. Oh, dear. Our friends, speed away, the car carrying Big George Latimer and Al McGuire has jolted to a skidding stop not far behind. At the wheel, McGuire mops his pale face with trembling hands. Impatient, Latimer frets at the delay. What did you stop for, McGuire? Go after them. No, sir. Not me, Mr. Latimer. Did you see what happened? Yes, I don't care. Doug Smith. I mean, Superman just stuck out his hand and pushed that truck away as if it were made out of cardboard. Yes, I saw it. Blast him. Go after him, you fool. This is our chance to get him. No, no. Nothing doing, Mr. Latimer. I'm not tangling with guys who juggle ten-ton trucks like cardboard boxes. But I have the kryptonite with me. He loses strength when it's brought within ten feet of him. Yeah, maybe so, but anyhow, it's too late. We'll never catch up to them now. Why, you, you sickly coward. I ought to... Take it easy, Mr. Latimer. You're not Superman, you know. I'm not afraid of you. In case you've forgotten, I got a gun. I haven't forgotten, McGuire. And I won't forget it's your fault that Superman got away from me again, either. Now, listen. I'll be recovers his memory I'm done for. My only chance is to make sure he never recovers his memory. And I can do that with the liquid kryptonite. I've got to get hold of him again. Okay, now, if you'll listen to me... Quiet! I think I've got it. Oh, yeah? How? I'll tell you what, my house. Right back there. But look, I... Get started. We've got to work fast. Okay, you're the boss. In return, Al McGuire heads the car back toward big George Latimer's house. A short time later, wearing a strip of adhesive tape across his forehead, but otherwise none the worse for his recent experience, cub reporter Jimmy Olsen, accompanied by Lois Lane, enters the office of Candy Myers, their private detective friend. Quickly, Lois brings Candy up to date. And just before that truck almost hit us, this Bud Smith said something very interesting, Candy. Yeah? What was that, Miss Lane? He said he isn't sure his name is Bud Smith. Huh? He isn't sure? That's right, Candy. Yes, and he went on to say that he remembers perfectly everything that happened during the last month. That is, while he was pitching for the Gainesville Colts. Then the truck cut across in front of us. Yes, and that, of course, stopped him. But I think he was going to say that he couldn't remember anything before last month. Are you kidding? Well, I don't know if he was going to say that, Miss Lane. I'm sure he was, Jim. Don't you remember how he said he couldn't remember if he'd ever worn glasses, or if he'd been in Metropolis before today? Well, yes, but... Hold it, Jim. Didn't you ask him more about this later, Miss Lane? I didn't get the chance. First, we had to rush Jim to a doctor, and as soon as the doctor said Jim would be okay, Mr. Smith had to rush off to the ballpark, because his manager and the photographer and a lot of people were waiting there for him. I see. Look, I know it sounds crazy, Candy, but this Bud Smith looks exactly like Clark Kent. He's a dead ringer for him. And if he has lost his memory, well, maybe he is Clark. Could be, could be. Sometimes I'm sure he is, but then when I hear... Wait, Jim. You both said his voice was different from Kent's, isn't that so? Yes. It's much deeper. But in every other way, he seems just like Clark, the way he walks, all his mannerisms. And if he's got amnesia, well, well, maybe whatever caused it, a shock or an accident affected his voice, too. Jeepers. Maybe that's it. Well, I never heard anything like that, but... Well, it could be, I guess. Certainly it could. Nobody knows very much about amnesia, Candy. What about the glasses? Kent always wore them, but you say Smith doesn't. No, but listen to this. He couldn't be the great ballplayer he is, playing without specs if his eyes are weak. I know, but... Now, take my word for it. But listen to this, Candy. Jim said he tried on Clark's glasses once, and they were like window glass, didn't you, Jim? Is that so, Jim? Yeah. You wouldn't even know you had glasses on. Then why would Kent wear them? Well, Clark had a lot of eccentricities, Candy, like, well, like disappearing suddenly without telling anyone where he was going. Yeah, and then popping up again where you never expected him to be. Yeah, but how could Kent be a terrific pitcher and hitter like this Smith when we know he couldn't even throw a beanbag? Yeah, that bothers me, too. I don't know about that, but... Well, if you just see Bud Smith for yourself, Candy... Don't worry, I'm gonna see him. I'm gonna find out if he's Kent or not tonight. You are. What's your plan, Candy? There's one sure way that can't miss. Bud Smith is gonna pitch for the Titans tonight against the Dodgers. Yes. We three will be at the game, and right after it, I'll prove without question whether or not Bud Smith is Clark Kent. Tonight, private detective Candy Myers promises he will prove definitely whether or not Bud Smith is the missing Clark Kent. Will he be successful? We'll be back in a moment for the tense climax of today's episode. So keep listening. Say, if your crowd has a secret password or a code, that's important stuff. You don't want anybody else to get hold of that, not even your own family. 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You send one dime and one box stop from Kellogg's Pep along with your name and address clearly printed to Superman Box 251 Battle Creek, Michigan. Don't put it off. Don't miss out. Send in your order today. Get your genuine Army belt with the three secret compartments. This offer is limited to the United States. Back to the adventures of Superman. As we continue now, our scene is the library of Big George Latterman's palatial estate in Metropolis Heights. The burly politician is questioning Blake, his slight, bald-headed secretary. Well, Blake, what about that blackmailing Gumshoe McGuire? Oh, he'll never try to blackmail you again, Mr. Latterman. Not in this world, anyhow. Good. Imagine he's trying to hold me up for a quarter of a million dollars and getting yellow and refusing to after Superman today. I told him he'd pay for it. Oh, he paid all right, Mr. Latterman. In full. Good. Now, what about Bud Smith, Superman? Is it definite he's going to pitch tonight? Well, the Titans manager announced it to the press, so it's pretty definite. How about our box? You got that, didn't you? Oh, yes, sir. Your name carries a lot of weight in this town, Mr. Latterman. Gonna carry a lot more as soon as I'm through with Superman. Mark my words, Blake. Side of six months, no Jew or Catholic or Negro or anybody of foreign extraction will be able to hold public office in this state. If you say so, Mr. Latterman. I do say so. Now, what about Dr. Marsh? Let's get hold of him. He's standing by, sir. And Eddie? Yes, he's got his card and papers. I thought I'd play safe and send Joe along with him just in case. Good idea. And we're all set? Well, I've checked and double-checked every detail, Mr. Latterman. I don't see how we can miss. We won't, Miss Blake. This plan is foolproof. By midnight tonight, I'll have Superman in my hands again. By midnight tomorrow, you'll be a broken wreck. Out of my way. Forever. Gloatingly, Big George Latimer sounds the knell of doom for Superman. What is his foolproof plan to trap the Man of Steel and deliver him again into the hands of Dr. Marsh, the former German concentration camp physician? Tonight is also the night that Candy Myers promised Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen he would prove whether or not Bud Smith is Clark Kent, who, as we know, is Superman. Will Candy and our friends win and so help to serve Superman and restore his memory? Or will Big George Latimer, the vicious, bigoted political chieftain, conquer? Tomorrow's suspenseful episode carries a thrill a minute, fellows and girls, so be sure to listen. Tune in again tomorrow, 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 a cutout, Dolls of All Nations on packages of Kellogg's Crumbles. It's swell fun cutting them out and changing their costumes, collecting all six countries in the series like Norway and Holland and China. Two cutout dolls with native costumes on every package and only on packages of Kellogg's Crumbles, the only cereal made in crinkly, sort of sweet and mellow-rich shreds of real whole wheat. Ask Mom for Kellogg's Crumbles and be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. the Mutual Broadcasting System. Thank you.
