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Then, unaware of his identity, the Man of Steel adopted the name Bud Smith and became a sensational baseball pitcher, working his way up from the Bush Leagues to the Major League Metropolis Titans. Struck by his amazing resemblance to the missing Clark Kent, who, unknown to them, is really Superman, Lois Lane and young Jimmy Olsen, reporters for the Daily Planet, consulted Candy Myers, their private detective friend. Candy said he knew how to prove whether or not Bud Smith, the pitcher, was Kent, and promised to do so after the game that night. But meanwhile, worried that Superman might recover his memory, Big George Latimer made plans to complete the destruction of the Man of Steel's mind and body. As we continue now, Candy, Lois, and Jimmy are in a box at the ballpark, watching Bud Smith pitch his first game for the Titans. It is nice, but the powerful lighting system makes the diamond appear bright as day. Listen. Smith struck out the side again. Boy, oh boy, that makes 12 strikeouts and four innings. How do you like that for pitching this lane? Pretty good, Jim. Pretty good. It's terrific, Miss Lane. Sensational. You're not kidding, Patty. Well, I don't know very much about Dave. Well, let me tell you, this Bud Smith is the greatest pitcher who ever lived. Now, take my word for it, Miss Lane. All right, Candy. Yeah, but he's out of this room. All right, I said, Jim. I'll agree. He's a terrific pitcher. But what I want to know is, is he or is he not Clark Kent? Well, I... Gosh, I don't know. When I look at him, how could Mr. Kent be such a... Oh, don't bother going through all that if you're not Bud Smith with Clark, Candy. I said I'd prove it after the game tonight, and I will. How? Yeah. How are you going to do it, Candy? Just leave it to me. Okay, but let's get... Tell me this, Miss Lane. Did you make a date with Bud Smith for after the game like I told you to? Yes, I did. I told him, and he said he'd be glad to have supper with us. Sweat. But I wish you'd tell me how you intend to prove whether he's Clark or not. It's simple. I'm going to... You've got a single. Here comes Bud Smith up to back. Oh, boy. What's this? Listen, Candy. Just a minute, Miss Lane. I want to see this. But look, I'm Candy. Please, Miss Lane, wait. Here comes to pitch the Smith. Across the diamond from our friend, big George Latimer, sits watching the game with Blake, his secretary. Behind them are half a dozen quiet, hard-faced men. This fellow Smith is quite a ball player, Mr. Latimer. You ought to be, considering who he is, Blake. That's quite right, sir. Well, the game will be over soon. And then... So where's Eddie? I don't see him. I told him to get started on his inspection. Oh. Joe with him? Yes, sir. And everything's in order. Cards, papers, everything. With your political connections, it was easy to arrange, Mr. Latimer. Good. Now, let's see. Boys are here. I've got the kryptonite. Now, what about the cobbling? It's all set. Don't worry, Mr. Latimer. Don't worry until I see Superman where I want him. All alone with me and Dr. Marsh. Do you realize what would happen to me if he recovered his memory before we got hold of him? I don't think there's much chance of that before the game is... Well, you can't tell. I said a sudden shock would do it. Uh-oh. What's the matter? Smith's coming up to bat again. What about it? I suppose he could sit on the head. Lots of players doing their batting. That could restore his memory. Good heavens, I never thought of that. I did. I get the chitters every time he comes to the plate. He swung and missed. You see? Even he can miss. He only has to misjudge the ball by an inch. He can get bean. Wait, sir. The pitcher's going to throw again. Smith hit another home run, Mr. Latimer. Just look at that ball travel. He won't come to bat again tonight. Get ready, Blake. Two minutes more. Hit her, too. Listen, Candy, I wish you'd tell me. I'm told you. It's a dugout. I guess they're trying to decide what pitch hit her to send up. That's all very interesting, but the game is practically over, and you still haven't told me how you intend to prove if Bud Smith is Clark Kent or not. Did you ever hear of fingerprints, Miss Lane? Fingerprints? Sure, sure. That's a pinch hit her. Oh, no, I don't see why. Well, I was up in Kent's apartment today, and I got a nice collection of his fingerprints. Okay. Friends with Kent. Bud Smith is Clark. Right. Hey, that's a swine. It certainly is, Candy. It can't miss. When did Smith say he'd meet us, Miss Lane? Outside of the Titan's clubhouse, Candy. As soon as he changed him to street clothes. Okay. Come on, then. By the time we get through this crowd and around to the clubhouse, he ought to be ready. Right. Ah, both of you. Very wrong. Which builds about blindly in the darkness. We'll return in a moment for the startling climax of today's episode. 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For your genuine army money belt with the three secret compartments. Mail one dime and one box top from super delicious Kellogg's Pep to Superman, Box 251, Battle Creek, Michigan. This offer is limited to the United States. Don't miss out on this thrilling offer. Send in your order today. And every day, eat the sunshine cereal, Kellogg's Pep. Now, back to the adventures of Superman. As we continue now, after five minutes of darkness in the Metropolis ballpark, the huge arc lights above the field flash back on again as suddenly as they had flashed off. Once more, flooding the scene with brilliant light. Candy Myers, Lois Lane, and Jimmy Olsen make their way through the grandstand to the street. And as we rejoin them, they are waiting outside the Titans' clubhouse for Bud Smith. Gee whiz, it's taking Smith a long time to change into a street car. It certainly is, Jim. Hmm, seems to be taking all the players a long time. Not one of them has come out of the clubhouse yet. That's right. I wish he'd hurry up. So do I. I can't wait to find out if he's ripped. Hey, sirens. Yeah, police. Hello, Candy. Hey, uh, what's cooking? Something happened to Bud Smith. What? To Bud Smith. What do you mean, Sergeant? Why, we just got a call from the Titans' manager who told us that Smith started for the clubhouse after the game, but he never got there. Are you kidding? Never got there. Yeah, he disappeared. Come on, boys, upstairs. Up the stairs to the Titans' clubhouse, Sergeant Donovan leaves Candy Myers, Lois Lane, and Jimmy Olsen staring after him with their mouths open. Bud Smith has disappeared. Bud Smith, as we know, is Superman. And we know, too, that Big George Latimer has laid elaborate plans to capture him and complete his fiendish task of crippling his mind and body. Is the Man of Steel now in Latimer's hands? We'll find out in tomorrow's exciting episode when we also make some other startling discoveries. So be sure to listen. Tune in tomorrow. Same time. Same time. 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