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BONUS - Super Summer: Superman vs. Kryptonite (Part 6)
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True to his threat, the mad scientist whose warnings have held the city in a grip of terror went on his rampage of destruction on the stroke of midnight. The deadly impact of his mysterious ray smashed the famous Tower Bridge, hurling cars and pedestrians into the river below. The police have warned everyone to remain in their homes. This looks like a job for Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Kellogg's Pat Pep. Pep. Kellogg's Pep. The Sunshine cereal presents the adventures of Superman. Today, while Clark Kent's friends determine a method to prove conclusively whether or not he is Bud sm. Unexpected and startling event takes place that completely defeats their plan. Say, grab yourself a pencil and get a load of this exciting new surprise offer. Kellogg's Path is offering you a real, genuine United States army money belt. The very same money belt the gis used for carrying their personal letters and and photographs and identification. It's genuine GI equipment. It's made of khaki with three secret compartments, one large pocket and two smaller ones for carrying your secret codes and notes, your club secrets. You know, things that you like to keep confidential. There's a special flap that folds over on the inside and keeps the pocket secret. This genuine army money belt is made of sturdy water resistant cloth. It has a full size buckle and is adjustable so it'll fit you slick. You can wear it under your coat or your jacket or on the outside. You can wear it around your waist or slung over one shoulder. Now, GI's paid a dollar for their money belts, but all you do is to mail 10 cents plus a box top from a package of those super delicious whole wheat flakes, Kellogg's Pep, and your name and address to Superman. Box 251, Battle Creek, Michigan. Now remember, send your dime with one Kellogg's Pet Box top and your name and address clearly printed The Superman Box, 251 Battle Creek, Michigan. This offer is limited to the United States today. Send for your army money belt from that Sunshine cereal, Kellogg's Pet. And now the Adventures of Superman. After big George Latimer, a crooked politician, forcibly fed him liquid kryptonite, Superman lost his memory. 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 big 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. Wow. Smith struck out the side again. Boy, oh boy. That makes 12 strikeouts and four innings. How do you like that for pitching in slain? Pretty good, kid. Pretty good. It's terrific, Miss Night. Sensational. You're not kidding. Well, I don't know very much about fades. Let me tell you this. Clutch Smith is the greatest pitcher who ever lived. Now, take my word for it, Ms. Wayne. All right, all right, I said. Kim, 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 don't know. When I look at him, I'm sure he is. And then. Well, how could Mr. Kent. Don't bother going through all that against you. Candy said that he's approved whether or not Budsmith was car. Well, how about it, Candy? I said I'd prove it after the game tonight and I will. How? Yeah, how you going to do it, Candy? Just leave it to me. Okay, but let's get tell me distance. Lane, did you make a date with Bud Smith for after the game like I told you to? Yes, I did. I phoned him and he said he'd be glad to have supper with us. Sw. But I wish you'd tell me how you intend to prove whether he's park or not. It's simple. I'm going to. Hey, what happened? Jim played in second baseman, got a single. Here comes Bud Smith up to back. Oh, boy. Watch this. Listen, Candy. Just a minute, Miss Lane. I want to see this. But look, I. I must. That's the old life, Bud. Wait for a good one, smitty. Candy, please. Ms. Lane. Wait. Here comes the picture. Sm. Holy smokes. Look at that ball go. Candy. Jumping to violence over the bleachers and still traveling. How'd you like that whole time, huh? How'd you like it? It was lovely, Kim. But I wish you'd stop slapping me on the back. Meanwhile, in another box across the diamond from our friends, Big George Latimer sits Watching the game with Blake, his secretary. Behind them are half a dozen quiet, hard faced. This fellow Smith is quite a ball player, Mr. Latimer. 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 erase, Mr. Latimer. Good. Now, let's see. Boys are here. I've got the kryptonite. Now what about the Copley? It's all set. Don't worry, Mr. Latimer. Don't worry until I see Superman where I want him all along with me and Dr. Marsh. 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 certain shocker to it. Uh oh. What's the matter? Smith's coming up to bat again. What about it? Suppose he gets hit 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 jitters every time he comes to the plate. Why didn't he? He swung and missed. You see, even he can miss. He only has to misjudge the ball by an inch and he can get be. Wait, sir. The pitch is going to throw again. Smith hit another home run, Mr. Latimer. Just look at that ball travel. We won't come to bat again tonight. Get ready, Blake. Few minutes more, it'll be the payoff. Eight three. Get up. That's two outs. Candy. If B.L. smith gets his last dodge and the game will be over and he'll have pitched another no hit, no run game. I know, Jim. What a pitcher that guy is. And what a hitter too. Listen, Candy, I wish you'd tell me. Totaling up the game. Where's the next batter? I don't know. Hey, there's a huddle in the Dodger dugout. I guess they're trying to decide what pitch hitter 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 Ken or not. Did you ever hear of fingerprints, Ms. Lane? Fingerprints? Sure, sure. They. Here comes the Dodger pinch hitter. Oh, Cady, never mind the pinch hitter. What were you saying about fingerprints? Well, a fingerprint is One thing that can't lie. See? Sure. Well, everybody does that. I don't see why. Well, I was up in Kent's apartment today and I got a nice collection of his fingerprints. Wow. Did you see that? What Speed. Nobody can see Smith's pictures. Forget that. Candy, will you tell me what you plan to do with that collection of CL Fingerprints? Okay, I'm going to. Wait, what's this? Well, right after this game, I'm going to get a set of Bud Smith's fingerprints. Savvy? You are? Yeah. Then we compare Smith prints with Kent's. And if they match, then Bud Smith is tough. Right? Hey, that's a swine. It certainly is, Candy. It can't miss. It's a no hit. And here's where we find out if he's hot pin or not. He is. Come on, let's go. Wait a minute, Jim. Where and when did Smith say he'd meet us, Ms. Lane? Outside the Titan Clubhouse, Candy. As soon as he changed into street clothes. Okay, come on then. By the time we get through this crowd and are out of the clubhouse, he ought to be ready, Right? What? The heat. All the lights went out. I don't like. Neither do I. I can't see a thing. Jim. Jim, where are you? Hey, I'm here, Jim. Stand where you are, Bo. Both of you. I got a hunch something's wrong. Very wrong. Spreading his arms wide, Candy Myers shields Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen from the confused crowd which mills about blindly in the darkness. We'll return in a moment for the startling climax of today's episode. So keep listening. Listen. Everybody's doing it. What? Why? Sending for that wonderful genuine army money belt that Kellogg's Pep is offering you boys and girls. It's terrific. The real GI article with three secret compartments to carry your secret papers to keep them hidden, keep them from getting lost. A special flap folds over on the inside of those three secret pockets. So there's no chance of anybody finding out what you're carrying. Yes, this money belt will come in mighty handy when you boys and girls go on hikes this summer. This is the real thing. A genuine army money belt in real khaki cutter. It has a full size buckle and it's adjustable so it'll fit any size waist. You ask any ex GI you know and he'll tell you that he paid a dollar for the same thing in the army. And all you do is to mail 10 cents and one box top from a package of crisp, delicious Pep to Superman. Box 251, Battle Creek Michigan. He got that straight. Now for your genuine army money belt with the three secret compartments. Mail, one dime and one box. Stop. 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 Ozen make their way through the grandstand to the street. As we rejoin them, they are waiting outside the Titans clubhouse for Bud Smith. Gee whizzes. Taking Smith a long time to change into a street closet. It certainly is. Jim seems to be taking all the players a long time. Now. 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 Rip. Hey, sirens. Yeah, Police. Good heavens, they're stopping right here. Yeah, I wonder what's wrong. I don't know. Hey, Sergeant Donovan. Oh, hello, Candy. Hey, 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 up in clubhouse after the game, but he never got there. Are you kidding? Yeah, he disappeared. Come on, boys. Upstairs. Hurrying 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 station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pack for excitement. The Adventures of Super. 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 Path, the Sunshine cereal. Now that the weather is fine and the birds are back, how's about starting your collection of full color bird pictures that come one in every package of Kellogg's Crumbles? You'll learn to identify all 24 in the series, like the oriole and the scarlet tanager. And you can trade duplicates with your friends and look on the side of every Crumbles package for instructions. On sending in to get the colorful album so that you can paste in your collection, tell mom that you want Crumbles. The only cereal made in crinkly shreds of good whole wheat. Kellogg's Crumbles. And be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. 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A genuine army money belt in GI khaki color with a full size buckle. It's adjustable so it'll fit your slick. And it's the genuine article. GI's paid a dollar for it. But all you do is to mail 10 cents, one box top from a package of those super delicious whole wheat flakes, Kellogg's Pep. And your name and address to Superman, Box 251, Battle Creek, Michigan. You got that? You send one dime and one box stop from Kellogg's Pep along with your name and address clearly printed to Superman, Box 2, 5 1, Battle Creek, Michigan. This offer is limited to the United States. Don't put it off. Don't miss out. Send in your order today. Get your genuine army belt with the three secret compartments from Pep the Sunshine cereal. Kellogg's Pep. Now the Adventures of Superman, although Superman lost his memory and believing his name was Bud Smith, became a famous professional baseball player. Big George Latimer, a dishonest politician who brought on Superman's amnesia by feeding him liquid kryptonite, was deeply worried, fearing that the man of Steel might recover his memory and seek vengeance. Latimer laid plans to abduct him and complete the destruction of his mind and body. Following a night baseball game in Metropolis, Bud Smith, or Superman mysteriously disappeared. And as we continue a short time later, private detective Candy Myers, who suspects that Bud Smith is his friend Clark Kent. The missing Daily Planet reporter has sought the aid of the famous Batman, the only person in the world who is aware that Superman and Clark Kent are one and the same man. Listen. You say you and Ms. Lane and Jim Olson searched the ballpark thoroughly, Candy? Every inch of it, Batman. And so did the police, but no Bud Smith. What do you suppose happened to him? I don't know. When last seen, he was walking across the dime into the clubhouse after the game and the lights went out. The lights went out? Yeah. When they came on again, he disappeared. Holy smokes. And those lights weren't turned out by accident either. Are you sure, Candy? Positive. I checked with the park electrician who says he didn't turn him out. I checked up on him too, and found out that he was watching the last inning from the clubhouse window. The Titan's trainer. I see. Well, isn't it possible that maybe a fuse might have blown out? Oh, no, no, no fuse blew out. Nothing was wrong in the power station. I checked that, too. Somebody deliberately turned out those lights. And me, I. I've got an idea who that somebody is. Really? Who? Well, I found out that two guys showed up in the park superintendent's office about the seventh inning. They said they were from the city building commissioner's office and they had cards and papers to prove it. Uh, oh, they said they had orders to inspect the place and the superintendent gave him his keys. He did? Yeah. Yeah, I figure they got into the electrician's control room and pulled a master switch. Why, of course. Did you check with the commissioner's office? Sure, sure. But the commissioner says he never issued the inspection order and insists he knows nothing about it. But you know who he is, don't you? Well, no, no, I don't think so. A guy named Lacy, a cheap ward healing politician who was appointed by the party boss. Which means by Big George Latimer. Latimer? You mean you think he's behind? Right. I figure Latimer's the guy who ordered the lights turned out in the ballpark tonight just so his gorillas could grab Bud Smith. Wait, wait a minute, Candy. That's a serious accusation. I know that, but Latimer was seen at the game tonight in a box with half a dozen of his muscle men. And everybody knows Big George Latimer isn't a baseball fan. Well, that proves nothing. After all, why should Latimer abduct Smith? Because if I'm right and Smith is Clark Kent. Clark Kent? What are you talking about? Oh, oh, I forgot. You've been out of town. Yes, Robin and I have been hunting for Superman and Clark Kent too. But what's this about the great picture of Bud Smith being Kent? Well, he's a dead ringer for Kent. Eyes, hair, features, build, the way he moves, everything. No kidding. Only thing different is his voice. But Ms. Lane figures whatever made him lose his memory like a bad shock maybe might have affected his voice. Wait, Candy. You say this fellow Smith lost his memory? Ms. Lane thinks so because Smith told her he wasn't sure his name was Smith. He was starting to tell her he couldn't remember anything that happened more than a month ago when they were interrupted. Great Scott, that fits in perfectly. Fits in? What do you mean? Somehow, Kent must have gotten away from Latimer last month suffering from amnesia. Now he turns up in Metropolis as a great ball player. Latimer recognizes him and grabs him before he can recover his memory and tell the police. What Latimer did with Superman. Well, yes, in a way, it must be it. Didn't you say Latimer had the kryptonite and he used it to weaken Superman and take him away someplace? Yes, that's right. But he grabbed Cant 2 and I kind of can't know all about it. Well, yes. Now, look. Latimer lives in Metropolis Heights, right near the ballpark. I think what we better do is contact Inspector Henderson and get a search warrant. Save your breath, Batman. I already tried that. You did? Yeah. And Henderson said he let you and Robin talk him into searching Latimer's house once last month for Superman. And Latimer almost got him fired because of that. I know, but. So Henderson said he isn't sticking his neck out again. What's more, he says for his money, Smith was grabbed by gamblers who had fed against the Titans winning the pennant. Or by kidnappers who want a big ransom from the Titans. Rubbish. And he says so far as the possibility of Smith being Kent is concerned. That's a joke. Kent couldn't pitch a bean bag, let alone a baseball. That's what he thinks. All right, then Robin and I will have to work alone. Correction, please. Robin and you and me. No, no, Candy. If you cross Henderson, it might cost you your private detective's license. I'll take that chance. Kent's my friend, and I'm sure Latam has got him. Come on, we'll go out to his house right now. Okay, then. Robin's asleep upstairs. I'll wake him and we'll get going. Well, here we are. Okay, Robin, candy pile out. Okay, let's go. Look, Batman, we're not just gonna ring Latimer's bell and tell him we want Bud Smith, are we? We might say Smith forgot his baseball glove and we're bringing it. But I don't think we will. Robin. Come on. Oh, wait, will you? When we were here before, the joint was jumping with Gunman. Really? Ring the bell, will you, Candy? It'll be a pleasure. I don't get it, Batman. You don't usually lead with your chin. Look, chum, with Superman, with Clark Kent in danger we better do everything we can to find him before Latimer can do anything else to him, gunman or no gunman. Check. If you put it that way. Check. I've been itching for another go with Latimer's gorillas anyhow. Good. Now you're talking. Talking. Ring again, Candy. Right. Wait. Somebody's coming. Said you too? I'm a listen. So am I. Yes, I'll take him. Sorry to be rude, friend, but a man's life is at stake. Come on, Robin, get your rope and dress him up. I'll have them all set for the market in 10 seconds. Vlad, now you gag him. Okay. Hurry, you guys, before somebody else shows up. Come on. Step on it, Robin. One hitch here and another one there. That does it. Nice going. Now, hold it. It's awful quiet in here. It's a little too quiet. I'm thinking playmates are probably upstairs where they were the last time. Standing by with their arsenal. All set. Maybe. Here's what we find out. Let's go. Or in this one. We've searched the whole floor. There's another floor. One flight up. Come on. And keep your eyes peeled. Nobody on this floor either. That leaves only the basement. All right, we'll have a look at that. Let's go. Nobody down here. Looks as if we've drawn a blank, Batman. He sure does, Robin. Latimer and his boys must have taken Kent someplace else tonight. Figures. All right, but where? Yeah, where? Deeply disappointed, Robin and Candy Myers look to Batman, who can only shrug helplessly. Where is Clark Kent? We'll be back in a moment to find out. So stand by. It's the genuine article. It's the real thing. It's a United States army money belt. And it's offered to you, while the supply lasts, by Kellogg's Pet so that you can carry your valuables in secret, just as the GIs did. This army money belt has three secret pockets that'll hold private notes and letters, your secret club, codes and ciphers, your allowance money. There's one large pocket, two smaller ones covered with a special kind of flap that folds over on the inside and conceals the pocket. Great for camping trips and hikes. It's exactly the same money belt that GI's wore, in real khaki color with a full size buckle, adjustable so it's sure to fit you. Don't miss out. Send for yours today. Although GI's paid a dollar for theirs, you can get yours for only 10 cents and a box top from that package of those crisp whole wheat flakes, kellogg's pep. Send 10 cents and your name and address clearly printed to Superman, Box 251, Battle Creek, Michigan. I'll repeat that. You mail one dime and one box top from a package of Kellogg's Pep to Superman, Box 251, Battle Creek, Michigan. This offer is limited to the United States today. Right now, send for your genuine army belt. And every day, eat P E P, the Sunshine cereal, Kellogg's Pep. And now back to the Adventures of Superman as Batman, Robin and Candy Myers search Big George Latimer's house for Clark Kent. The man of Steel, still wearing the baseball uniform of Bud Smith, lies on a couch in a room in a small bungalow. On a table two feet away rests the jagged piece of green glowing kryptonite which, torn from the exploded planet on which Superman was born here in the atmosphere of Earth, robs him of all his great strength and curious powers when brought within 10ft of him. Near the couch stands Big George Latimer with Dr. Marsh, the former Nazi concentration camp physician who carefully measures drops of a colorless solution into a glass of milk. Both of them enjoying Superman's weakened condition. Why have you brought me here? Why can't I move? Be quiet, Jewel. Got to hurry, Marsh. Every police officer in the city is looking for. But, Smith. I am as anxious as you are to have this over, Mr. Latimer. Should the police find him here in my house and discover he is Superman, I am as good as state. That goes for both of us. Look, how long is this going to take? I told you. Six drops of liquefied kryptonite every two hours for 24 hours. That'll finish him. It will permanently block off a portion of his brain for the rest of his life. And his body will be considerably weakened. Are you sure of that? Of course. Did you not see how he lost his memory after only two doses of the kryptonite? Yes, but tomorrow night at this time, he will be, as I say it, a mental and physical wreck. You can turn him loose in the streets and never have to worry that he will remember what happened or who he is or that he will be able to hide. Wonderful. And remember what I promised. Marsh. Please. This works. That 10,000 a year job in the health department is yours. It will work. Now it is time for treatment. And soon. Tomorrow night at this time, we will see the end of Superman. His owl like eyes gleaming behind his thickness, Dr. Marsh takes up the glass of milk in which the deadly kryptonite has been dissolved and advances on the helpless Superman. Is Dr. Marsh right? Is this truly the end of Superman? Batman, Robin and Candy Myers are certain that Bud Smith is in Latimer's hands. But they have no idea where. How can they find him before the fatal 24 hours are gone? There are thrills ahead and an exciting new development in tomorrow's episode, fellows and girls, so be sure to listen. Tune in again tomorrow, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Path 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. Vacation days, man, that's crumbles weather. Extra playtime means that you need the energy a real whole wheat cereal can give you. So wrap yourself around a bowl full of Kellogg's crumbles. Those crinkly shreds of sweet and mellow rich whole wheat, cool and fresh and breezy, tasting in cool milk. A dish full of those Kellogg's crumbles sprinkled with ripe red chill berries and swimming to the brim in cool mill milk. Good. Terrific. You bet. You're in for a prize dish with crisp, crunchy, crinkly Kellogg's Crumbles. And be sure to be with us tomorrow for the thrilling adventures of Superman. This is the Mutual Broadcasting System. Faster than a speeding bullet, More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound. Up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Kellogg's Pep. Pep. Kellogg's Pep the Sunshine Serial presents the adventures of Superman. Today, Superman, a prisoner of a man who seeks his complete destruction, seems hopelessly doomed as the police and his friends seek vainly to find. Hurry, hurry, hurry. All you fellows and girls get your dime ready and get ready to be surprised. Don't let this weekend go by without sending for the genuine army money belt Ketog's Pep has for you. This is the real thing, same as the GIs war. And it's something that you don't want to miss. It's terrific. It has three secret compartments to carry your secret paper. Paper. No chance of anybody finding out what you've got in those three secret pockets because there's a special flap that folds over on the inside, hides them so you're the only one who knows what's there. You can wear it under your coat of your jacket or on the outside. It's exactly the same money belt GIs wore. The genuine army article in real khaki color with a full size buckle adjustable so it's sure to fit any size waist. Don't miss out. Send for yours today. Although GI's paid a dollar for theirs, you get yours for only 10 cents and one box top from a package of those crisp pole wheat flakes, Kellogg's Pep. Mail your orders to Superman, Box 251-Battle Creek, Michigan. I'll repeat that for you. Mail one dime and one box top from a package of Kellogg's pet to Superman, Box 251, Battle Creek, Michigan. This offer is limited to the United States today. Right now, send for your genuine army belong with the three secret compartments. And every day eat the sunshine cereal, Kellogg's pet. And now, the Adventures of Superman. When Superman was caused to lose his memory through the use of liquefied kryptonite fed to him by Big George Latimer, he became a sensational baseball pitcher under the assumed name of Bud Smith. But fearing he might recover his memory and extract vengeance, Latimer engineered a daring abduction of the famous pitcher and took him to the home of Dr. Marsh, former German concentration camp physician. There, Marsh resumed the forced feeding of kryptonite to the man of Steel and promised that in 24 hours he would be a mental and physical wreck. Meanwhile, suspecting that Smith was Clark Kent, the missing newspaper reporter, and that he was in Latimer's hands, Batman, Robin and private detective Candy Myers vainly searched the politician's home. As we continue now, having left Candy to watch Latimer's house, Batman and Robin are driving through the dark, deserted streets of Metropolis in their Batmobile. It is just before dawn. Listen. Where to now, Batman? We're going to circulate around in the underwear. Robin. The underworld. What? Poor will never find Latimer there. I don't expect to. But he lives like a plushy millionaire. Big estate, butlers, ritzy clubs and restaurants, all that sort of thing. Right. But you don't think he took Clark Kent or Bud Smith to a ritzy club or restaurant, do you? With every police officer in town looking for Smith? Well, no, of course not. But you think Latimer took Bud Smith to some dive in the underworld, huh? Maybe. But this much is certain. Latimer employs gangsters and gunfighters to do his dirty work. And most of those rats hang out in the underworld. Check. Well, we know our way around here. I'm hoping that one of those joints we can pick up a lead to somebody who works for Big George Latimer. And if we can, we. We might be able to locate Mr. Kent. I mean Smith. Is that it? Right. Better be soon too, because Kent's already lost his memory. Unless we get to him very soon, something much worse than that will happen to him. Hang on, Robin. I'm going to make time. That's Batman. And Robin speed their search for Clark Kent, whom only Batman knows to be Superman. The man of Steel, still dressed in the baseball uniform of the Titans, lies in restless sleep on a couch in a shade drawn room in Dr. Marsh's Metropolis bungalow. Two feet away on a table rests the piece of jagged green glowing kryptonite torn from the exploded planet on which Superman was born and which in the atmosphere of Earth robs him of all his great strength and curious powers when brought within 10ft of him. Big George Latimer, vicious, bigoted political leader, sleeps in a room nearby. Dr. Marsh has descended to his basement laboratory to liquefy another small portion of the strange metallic kryptonite. Two of Latimer's henchmen, the burly Gus and a wiry squint eyed man called Punchy, sit in the room with Superman. Gus shoves a deck of playing cards towards his companion. Well, what's this for? It's your deal, Punchy. Hey, get that goofy look off your pan a deal of cards, will you? Yeah, yeah. Hey Gus, did you hear what that guy said? Well, who said that croaker Dr. Marsh. He said by tomorrow night at this time this here Bud Smith won't have no mind and also no strength left at all. I know, I know. So what? So that can't be Gus. He's got to be strong enough to play ball. Cause the Titans can't win without him. They couldn't Even finish in the first division without him. Well, ain't that too bad. Look, are you gonna deal her? Ain't you? Oh, now wait, Gus. I'm getting sore. Cause nobody never told me about this. Nobody never told you about what? Well, about. About this here Bud Smith being finished. Why should anybody tell you anything? Well, I figured it was just a snatch, see? And when somebody coughed up a wad of cabbage, we'd give Smith back to the Titans and then they could go on and win the pennant. Look, Punchy, a dummy like you without no brains shouldn't try to figure nothing. Now, forget about the Titans and Budsmith and Dlm Kai. Okay, okay, but. But I can't forget. This is the first chance the Titans had to win the pennant since 1935. But if they ain't gonna have Buds, give me cards. Oh, why, you told me the deal, didn't you? Yeah, and I've done you to forget it. I'll play solid there. Okay, what do you want me to do? Go get lost. But Mr. Latimer said I gotta stay here and help you watch Bud Smith. Okay, watch it, but don't talk. If I gotta listen to you some more, blow my top. Hey, Gus, do you suppose maybe we could get Doc Marsh to kind of, well, sort of take it easy on Bud Smith? Maybe so. Then he didn't. I tell you to stop driving me nuts. I'm gonna beat you real quick. Now, look, Guts, I take some. But. What does this mean? You are here to guard this man, not fight. Are you both crazy? I don't do nothing except beat my ears down about the Titans. You will wake up Mr. Latimer. What will he say when I tell you what goes on here? Yeah, help me. Sure. Look, that'd be a good guy to. I don't know what's wrong. Yeah, well, women may not. What if the neighbors become suspicious? They will call the police and it will then be the end for all of us. Yeah, that's right. Okay, okay. Forget it. That, will you. What is the use of talking with stupid fools like you? I will watch here myself until Mr. Latimer awakes. Gus, go out and buy two quarts of milk. I need it for our friend on the couch, not me. The boss told me not to move from this room until he woke up. Our poor playing friend got a waitress once before, you know. But the milk. I need the milk for his treatment. I'll let Punchy go for it. Oh, sure, sure, I'll go, Doc. All right, go then. And hurry, Punchy. In a Few minutes it will be time for another treatment. Okay. Two quarts. You want? Yeah. Two quarries Court and Mark Schnell. The first time the Titans get a chance to win the pennant since 1935 and what happens? Bud Smith the first quit pitching and headed they buy. He goes and gets the works. I gotta do something about it. But if I do, then I get the work. Oh, the Titans ain't got no chance without Budsmith. Holy smokes, what'll I do? Shaking his head ruefully, Punchy walks down the street worried about his beloved Titans yearning to help them yet afraid to do anything. 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You know me, I always been a Titan fan, ever since I was that high. Yeah, me too. Sure is a shame about Bud Smith disappearing, ain't it? Yeah, rotten shame. And all on account of that dirty Latimer. Lot of he cares about the Titans. Who? You know, I oughtn't to let him get away with it. I ought to do something to help the Titans. Yeah? Like what? Yes, sir. I bet you I could do it too. Then the Titans are the sure win the hunt. Maybe I should order. Yeah, they probably do the same thing to me as they're doing to Smith. Poor Bud. Never pitch again. Listen, mister, what gives with you? I don't know what to do. Ought to help the Titans. It's the first chance since 1935. I don't want to die though. Hey, hey, how can you help the Titans? Hey, listen you. Hey, come back a minute. Hello? That you, Batman? Yes, who's this? Charlie Ross, you know, at the lunch wagon on 16th. Oh, hello Charlie. What's on your mind? Well, a dopey little guy was just in here. 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By feeding Superman a solution of kryptonite, a strange metallic substance from the exploded planet on which he was born and which in the atmosphere of Earth robs him of all his strength. Big George Latimer, a dishonest politician and Dr. Marsh, a former Nazi concentration camp official made the man of Steel lose his memory. Superman managed to escape them and believing his name was Bud Smith became a sensational baseball pitcher for the Metropolis Titans. But then he was captured again by Latimer and Dr. Marsh resumed feeding him liquid kryptonite stating that within 24 hours Superman would be a mental and physical wreck. However, one of Latimer's hoodlums, an ardent baseball fan known as Punchy has been considering helping his beloved Titans by revealing what he knows as we continue now. Now, in response to a phone call the famous Batman and Robin have arrived at a lunch wagon near the Metropolis docks where Batman is questioning Charlie Ross, the proprietor. Listen, this fellow Punchy, you say he mentioned Big George Latimer's name? Charlie? Well, he didn't say Big George exactly, but he did say Latimer. All right, what'd he say about him? He was bellyaching about how the Titans couldn't win the pennant without Bud Smith on the. And he said something about a lot Latimer cared if the Titans won or not. I don't get it. How did. I couldn't make any sense out of him either. But you said to let you know if I ran across anybody who seemed like you might be connected with Big George Latimer. That's right. Or know anything about Bud Smith. Look, Charlie, what does this Punchy character look like? Well, he's a wiry little guy, about 35, I'd say. And, oh, yeah, he kind of squints. Got that, Robin? Yeah, man. How long ago did he leave here, Charlie? Charlie? Well, I called you right after you went out and we came here directly. It's about 15 minutes and we've been here about five. So he's got 20 minutes start on us. That's not so good. It's not much if he's drinking. Did you notice which way he went after he left your wagon, Charlie? Yeah, he turned up the street north. Good enough. Thanks loads. Come on, Robin. He's a wiry little fellow, about 35 and squint sorter. Was he in here, mister? Why? I don't know. Wait a minute. Is this guy a baseball nut? Yeah, he's a Titan fan. He was in here then. Swear talking about how the Titans couldn't win without Bud Smith. And get this. He said he could help the Titans if he wanted to. It must have been Punchy Batman. Sex with me Robin. How long ago Was he here, mister? Oh, 10, 15 minutes ago, I'd say. Thanks very much. Let's go, Robin. He come into my restaurant here, buys a cup of coffee and near makes me deaf with his talk about the Titans and Bud Smith. Dopey guy. That's our boy, all right. How long ago was he here, mister? I just got rid of him about five minutes ago. We're practically breathing on his neck. Come on, Batman. Right, Robin. Thanks, friend. Goodbye. A wiry little guy, you say? With a square went? Yes, and he's a hot Titan fan. He was probably here sometime within the last few minutes. Nope, wasn't in here. You sure, mister? Sure? Positive. Well, thanks. Come on, Robin, we'll try up the street. No, Nobody like that was in here. Oh, thank you. Let's go. Robin wasn't in here? No, he wasn't in here. Jeepers. What happened, Batman? First punch, he's moving north, stopping at all the joints and we practically got our hands on him. And then, bingo, he disappeared. I don't know. It sure looks as if we lost him, Robin. But we can't lose him. He obviously knows where Bud Smith or Mr. Kid is. Brian. Say, wait a minute. I've got an idea. The bookkeeper. Give me that again. The fellow they call the Bookkeeper. A character who knows everything about everybody in the underworld. Chances are he can tell us about Punchy and where to find him. Yeah, but will he tell us? I think I can make him. How? I'll explain on the way over to his place. It's a tiny cigar store over on 18th Street. That's not far from here. Come on. As Batman and Robin hurry off in search of the mysterious man called the Bookkeeper in hope that he will steer them to the elusive Punchy an ominous scene is taking place in the small bungalow of Dr. Marsh where Superman is held prisoner by the powerful kryptonite. In the small shade drawn living room big George Latimer, his beefy face red with rage faces Gus, one of his henchmen who has just entered the house as Dr. Marsh stands by clasping and unclasping his hands. Nervous? You mean to stand there and tell me you couldn't find Punchy? All right, you're right, boss. You stupid idiot. How could you let a fool like Punch out of the house? And you too, Marsh. Didn't you hear me say nobody was to leave this house until tomorrow when Bud was finished? Yeah, but. But I needed milk, Mr. Letterman. I give him the kryptonite in milk. And I had no more. You should have told me that. I would have seen to it. But you are asleep. You mean you were asleep, Marsh. Asleep with the switch. And so are you, Gus. You both know who Bud Smith river really is. And yet you let a senseless who like Punch you wander around to attract attention and maybe make the neighbor suspicious from one tavern to another. What's that? That's what I come back to tell you boys. I found out Punchy was in a half a dozen joints on 16th street getting foiled and beeping about how the Titans can't win a pennant now on account of Bud Smith ain't with him. What else did they say? Cost while the snare Recycling. Get it? He's been hitting it. He could help the Titans get Smith back if he wanted. Break loose. He said that? Uh huh. But of course nobody takes him serious. But somebody might. It's terrible, Gus. We've got to find Puncher and shut him up and fast. That's right. Pussy's bug hust about them Titans. And if he gets talking to the wrong guy. Good night. But what can we do, Mr. Lesser? Look, Gus, pick up Punchy's trail. 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As Gus Big George Latimer's henchmen leaves Dr. Marsh's house with orders to find and destroy Punchy. The mysterious underworld character known as the Bookkeeper is returning to his tiny cigar store where he finds Batman and Robin waiting for him as we continue. Now inside the store they are talking with the bookkeeper, a gray haired, mild mannered man who wears blue lensed stock. Now look here, bookkeeper, I'm putting my cards on the table. You see, I know all about you. Everything. And if you don't, so do the police, Batman. But they've never been able to pin anything on me. No? Well, I can. Baloney. Remember the Shilling Lock robbery? What about it? A watchman and a police officer were shot on that job. And I happen to know you had a finger in that pie. A big finger. Nuts. I don't have anything to do with any job. You can't prove I had anything to do with it. Oh, yes I can, bookkeeper. I've got a few contacts too, you know. Now, unless you tell me where to find this Punchy character, I'll take what I know to inspect the Henderson. You're bluffing. If you had anything on me, you'd have taken it to the police long ago. Reason I didn't is because I thought I'd need you sometime. And here's your chance to repay my little favorable bookkeeper and keep out of jail. Well, how about it? Yeah, blood, you said that before. You know my reputation. I don't bluff. What it be? You play ball with me or do I play ball with the police? Well, come on, make up your mind and do it fast. We're in a hurry. Look, Batman, if it ever gets out that I peached, I'll be done for around here. You're done for if you don't. Yeah, but good. Well, all right. Just a minute. Where are you going? I've got some files over here. Work, Batman. Say, how did you know he was mixed up in a. I didn't. What? You mean you were bluffing? Well, not exactly. Henderson told me once he was sure the bookkeeper was mixed up on the shilling job, but he couldn't prove it. I just repeated what he told me and hoped our reputations would do the rest. Oh, boy, oh, boy. I sure gotta hand it to you. Quiet, quiet. Here he comes. There you are, Batman. When Punchy ain't working, he usually hangs out at this address. 418 West River street, top floor. 418 West river, huh? Good. Come on, Robin. We've got work to do. Let's go. Go. Followed by his young companion, Batman leaves the bookkeeper's shop and leaps into his Batmobile. A moment later, the Dynamic Duo are speeding across the city to West river street where they hope to find Punchy. But unknown to our friends, Gus Big George, Latimer's henchman, is also on route to West river street with orders to eliminate the talkative little man who holds the key to Superman's very life in his hands. Who will win this race for life? Batman and Robin? Or Latimer's Gunman? 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This offer is limited to the United States. Now, the Adventures of Superman. Suspecting that Superman has lost his memory and is none other than Bud Smith, star pitcher for the Metropolis Titans, who has disappeared Batman and Robin believe he is in the hands of Big George Latimer, a dishonest politician. And as we know, they are right in the metropolis bungalow of Dr. Marsh, a former German concentration camp official. Superman is being fed liquefied kryptonite the strange element which caused him to lose his memory and which, in 24 hours, Marsh has promised Latimer will make the man of Steel a mental and physical wreck. However, a hoodlum called Punchy, who was employed by Latimer, is an ardent baseball fan and has been grieving aloud in several taverns over the fate of his beloved Titans. Tipped off about this, Batman and Robin are on Punchy's trail. But so also is Gus Latimer's. Henchman who has been ordered to silence the talkative hoodlum. As we continue now in a shabby rooming house, Punchy is discussing his problem with a crony known as Stubby. Listen, I tell you, it ain't right. Stubby here is the Titans all set to win their first pennons since 1935. And what happens? They lose. Bud Smith. Yeah. The greatest pitcher and hitter whatever lived. They can't even finish in the first division without him. It sure is a shame, Punchy. It's a crime. That's what it is. A dirty rotten crime. Yeah. You know what, Punchy? What? It's funny. Too funny. How do you figure A laughing does. Hey, well, if but Smith was snatched like the covers, think how come the boys when snatched him ain't made a bid for ransom. That ain't none of your business. Go on, you're just covered. You don't know nothing about it yourself. That's what you think. The first time since 1935 they got a chance for the pennant and that dirty baboon lasses it up. I ought to do something about it, Stubby. What can you do, big shot? I can do plenty. Yeah? Yeah. Go on, tell me then. I can't. Cause if I squealed and they found out, that would be all, brother. If who found out? You squeal about what? I can't tell you, Stubby. I don't dare. Oh, but jeepers, when I think about them poor Titans blowing their first chance for a penance since 1935. Bunchy, do you really know what happened to Bud Smith or are you just kidding? No, I ain't kidding. Then what is it? Come on. All I can tell you is this much. If I spill what I know, see, Bud Smith would be back on the Titans and they could win the fight. Then why don't you? Because I ain't got the knife, that's why. All right, look, Stubby, be a good guy and go and get me something to drink, huh? Here's a buck. Tell me what gives. First, I'll. I'll tell you when you come back. Honest. And then as soon as I get me nerve up, I'll. I'll do something about getting Bud Smith back to the Titans. Go on now, get going. Well, okay, Punchy. It'll take me a little while. I'll have to go over to Wicker street, you know. Okay, okay. Hurry it up as fast as you can. Yeah, I'll do it. I gotta. Soon as Stubby comes back, I'll go to the coppers. I'll tell him where Bud Smith is and I'll. I'll get him to lock me up till they got Latimer in the jug. Oh, but if he ever gets loose, though. Hey, you back already, Stubby? Got Gus. Yeah, Gus. How you doing, Punchy? Oh, me? Oh, fine, fine, Gus. Hey, listen. Kind of forgot to come back with that milk duck Marsh sent you for, didn't you? The milk. Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, the milk. Well. Well, you see, what's like this. You know how it is. You've been popping off in every tavern in town. Me? No, no, not me, Gus. I was. I come up here to give you a little message. Message? A what? A message from Mr. Latimer. Here it is. Room we want is at the end of the hall, Batman. I know. There it is, Robin. Yes. Here's hoping that Punchy character is home, Batman. And he can tell us where Clark Kent. But Smith is. He. We go. Knock again. Right, buddy. Home. What do we do now? I guess all we can do is wait downstairs and hope he'll show. What was that? What? Thought I heard something. Listen. Yes, there it is again. Huh? In Punchy's room. It sounds like. Wait, Robin. Let's try the door. It's unlocked. Christopher Columbus. Look, Batman, on the floor. I see him. Great Scott. This fellow's been stabbed. Yeah, and unless I miss my guess, it's Punchy. He answers the description, all right. Oh, he's in bad shape. Quick, where's the phone? There isn't any. Jeepers, Batman. We counted on Punchy to tell. Don't waste time talking, Robin. Go out and find a doctor and a police officer. I'm on my way. Hurry, Robin, hurry. Right. No use. I'm done for. Take it easy, Punchy. We'll have a doctor here right away. I gotta. I tell you, Gotta help the Titans and Bud Smith, greatest pitcher. Did you say Bud Smith? Yeah. Get the coppers. Take him to Bud Smith. Do you know where Smith is, Punchy? Yeah. Latimer's got him. Latimer, eh? I knew it. Where's he holding Smith? In the bungalow. You gotta get there fast or it'll be too late. Where's this bungalow? They're gonna finish him. Where is the bungalow, Punchy? One. Where? On. On Adam Street. Adam Street? Yeah. Doc. Doctor. What number on Adams, do you know? 20. 21. 21. 21. 1921. 19 Adam Street. Yeah. Save. But Smith. Titans can win. Wood Smith. We'll save him. Now listen. Since 1930. Punchy. Punchy. Here's the doctor. Brentman it's too late, Robin. He's gone. Get Inspector Henderson on the car radio, Robin. Okay. Hurry, Helen, to meet us at 2119 Adam street with a squad of officers. But quick. Check. Batman and Robin calling Metropolis Police Headquarters. Batman and Robin calling police headquarters. Come in, please. Over. Police headquarters to Batman and Robin. Go ahead. Urgent message to Inspector Henderson. Meet us at 2119 Adam Street. Repeat, meet us at 2119 Adam street with a squad of men at once. Bud Smith is there. Over. Are you sure about Smith? You heard me, Bud. Smith is a 2119 absolute. And tell the inspector not to spare the horses. Got it. Over and out. Let's go, Batman. Hang on to your hat, silly boy. We're on our way. Pressing the accelerator down to the floorboards, Batman sends his powerful Batmobile roaring through the streets bound for Dr. Marsh's bungalow. What will happen there? We'll be back a moment to find out, so stand by. It's exciting. It's thrilling. And it's yours for only one dime in cash plus one Pep box. Stop. You bet. I'm talking about the genuine army money belt Kellogg's Pep is offering you. It's the real thing, just like the gis war, with three secret compartments, one large pocket and two smaller ones. And there's a special flap that folds over on the inside and keeps those pockets secret. A safe hiding place for your papers, letters, collections, secret codes. Swell when you go hiking for your scout knife or matches or money. Or when you go to camp this summer. 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As we continue now the police officers have spread around to the outside of the house. Batman, Robin, Inspector Henderson and Sergeant Healy stand on the little porch outside the front door. Bring the bell again, Inspector? I rung it half a dozen times, Pat, man. Either nobody's inside or they're playing puzzle. I'm sure they're in there. So am I. Yeah, we'll find out right now. Break that window, Healy. Okay. Careful, though. Just in case somebody's standing inside with a gun. Well, if they are, this ought to draw a shot. Quick, check that. Here he. Okay? Nothing happened, Batman. Something tells me something will happen. Now. I'm going in through the window. No, no, no. Come back here, Batman. Inspector, this is my party. And mine. Come back here. Right, Robin. All right, come on, Healy, let's follow them. Right, Inspector. Smith. Bud Smith, where are you? Latimer, you better give up. This is the end of the line. Anybody home? Batman? Doesn't seem to be. This bedroom is empty. So is this one. Yeah, and so is the living room and the kitchen. The whole house is empty. Maybe not, Inspector. There's no attic, but there's a cellar. Well, Healy's out there. Find anything, Healy? Nobody down here in the cellar, Inspector. Yeah, I thought not. Then where is Bud Smith? And where's Big George Latimer? I don't know, Robin. It looks as if Latimer's outsmarted us again. Helplessly, Batman and Robin look about the small empty box bungalow while Inspector Henderson glares at them angrily. Yes, once more, the cunning Big George Latimer is outmaneuvered. Batman and Robin and the police. What will happen now, with only hours remaining before Superman's mind and body are crippled forever? Exciting things happen in tomorrow's episode, fellows and girls, so be sure to listen. Tune in tomorrow, same time, same station. And remember, for brightness breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep for excitement. The Adventures of Superman. 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Believing Bud Smith to be Superman, who was suffering from loss of memory, Batman hurried to the bungalow with Robin, his young companion and police inspector Henderson. But to our friend's dismay, the bungalow was deserted. And as we continue now in the small living Room Henderson faces Batman angrily. Listen. Hang it, Batman. Once again you've brought me out on a wild goose chase. Oh, I'm sorry. Do you think I've got nothing else to do but follow up your bum steers? Now, look, Inspector, the third time in one month that you've dragged me out on a phony lead. First you made me search Big George Latimer's house for Superman, then for Clark Kent. And now you drag me way out here to look for Bud Smith, whom you say is Kent. I know. We don't find Smith, we don't find Kent, we don't find Latterman, we don't find anybody. Now, look, Inspector, I told you a fellow who worked for Latimer gave us the lead that Bud Smith or Clark Kett was here. Yeah, yeah. And he was not only dying at the time and didn't know what he was talking about. About, but was half drunk. Besides, I think he knew full well what he was talking about. He knew. You know, Batman, the trouble with you is you got it into your head that Big George Latimer is behind the disappearance of Superman. I'm sure he is. And so when anybody else disappears, Kent or Bud Smith. You think Latimer must be behind that tool. Well, naturally, they're all the same person. What's that? Did you say they're all three the same person? Well, I. Huh? I mean, Clark Kent and Bud Smith are the same person. Person. Kent lost his memory, you know. That's what you say, but you can't make me believe that. Kent may look like Smith, but that's all. Why, this Smith's a terrific athlete. And everybody knows Kent couldn't hold his own in a game of marbles. Just the same, Inspector, take my word for it that Kent is Smith. Rubbish. Now, look, if you fellas don't lay off Latimer you're going to get yourselves and me into serious trouble. He's a big man in this state, you know, and if you think you can get. Inspector. Yeah, what is it, Hilly? We checked up on who lives in this bungalow like you ordered. Well, it's rented by a doctor, a doctor Gerald Marsh. Marsh? Who's he? The neighbor. Says a refugee. Quiet guy, minds his own business. He's connected with a little hospital. Sounds in the open up to me, inspector. Yeah, it does to me too. Well, Batman, are you satisfied now? Not yet. Where is Dr. Marsh now, Sergeant? The hospital says he's out of town for a couple of days. They expect him back tomorrow. I see. Do you mind if Robin and I give this place a quick once over. Inspector, I certainly do mind. But Inspector, if we don't. And you too, Robin. Lay off, Latimer and stop playing games with the police department or you're going to get into trouble. Now get out of this place and stay out. We're going back to headquarters, Huey. Come on. Well, here we are out in the cold again. Yes, thanks to Henderson, we can't follow our hunches to Kent. Look, Batman, maybe the Inspector's right about Punchy not knowing what he was talking about. I don't believe it, Robin. I'm sure Punching knew what he was talking about all right. And I'm convinced he was stabbed to keep his mouth shut. Well, maybe. Anyhow, we know that Bud Smith isn't here and neither is Big George Lat. So? But I think they were here. Come on. Where? I hate to disobey Henderson, but Kent's life is at stake. So we're going to let ourselves back into Dr. Marsh's house again and hope we can pick up some clue as to where Latimer took Kent. It's our only chance. You're the boss. Let's go. As Batman and Robin let themselves back into Dr. Marsh's bungalow the owl Eyed Position and Big George Latimer are in the cellar of a secluded farmhouse about 35 miles from Metropolis. On a rough cut, still wearing the baseball uniform of the Titans, Superman lies in a restless sleep. Two feet away on a crate rests the jagged piece of green glowing kryptonite the strange metallic substance from the exploded planet on which Superman was born and which, when brought within 10ft of him in the atmosphere of Earth steals every ounce of strength from his powerful body. Look at him, Marsh. The great Superman, helpless at my feet. I swore I'd get even with him, and I have. Yeah, Mr. Lettimer. That is, if nothing happens. What do you mean? That stuff you're feeding him, the liquefied kryptonite is working, isn't it? Do not worry about the kryptonite. It works well. And why do you keep saying if nothing happens? Because I am weak. Worried, Mr. Latimer? Worried about what? This place. This farm. We were here once before, you know. And Batman and Robin successfully chased us here. Is that not so? Relax. They drew a blank here once, so they won't return. Anyhow, we'll be through by midnight, then we'll clear out. But what if Batman and Robin come here before me? Don't worry about them. I tell you. I'm sure they won't show up again because there's no reason for it. But if they do, they won't get far. I've got a gang of tough men, men I can trust guarding this place. Very well, Mr. Latimer, if you think it's safe. I do. Look, isn't it time to give Superman another dose of the liquified kryptonite? Yeah, I will get it. Will you wake him up, please? Mr. Latimer, that will be a pleasure. Get up, Superman. Get up. I said, get up. Treatments make him sleepy. I'll wake him up. Wake up, you. Superman. Wake up. Superman. Huh? What did you call me? I called you Superman. Doesn't that mean anything to you? I know. Is that my name? No. Juno, I. I. That's strange. Can't seem to remember my name. Maybe it's Bud Smith. Bud Smith? Yes. Does that sound familiar? No. No, it doesn't. Tell me, why am I. You hear that, doc? He's even forgotten about being Bud Smith, the baseball star. Sorry, I. I don't seem to understand. Anything to tell me. Who am I? What's happened to me and. Oh, why. Why can't I move? Listen to him. This is worth a million dollars to me. Doc. Doc. Are you a doctor? Yeah. Drink this milk. It will make you feel stronger. Well, all right, I'll drink it. Oh. Oh, but I. I can't raise my hand. And I will hold a glass for you. Oh. Here. Dream. Thank you. Just six more doses. Am I. Yeah. Every two hours for 12 more hours. Then he will be finished forever. Mr. Latimer. Floatingly Big George Latimer watches Superman drink the milk in which the deadly liquefied kryptonite has been mixed. Twelve more hours, says Dr. Marsh and the man of Steel will be finished. Can anything save him now? We'll be back in a moment for the exciting climax of today's episode, so keep listening. Say you want a safe hiding place for your secret codes. Identification, money. 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The living human guinea pigs here are unlimited. Christopher Columbus. What devil wrote that? Dr. Marsh, I think. Marsh? The fellow who lives in this bungalow? Yes, but apparently his real name is Marshak. Dr. Gerhard Marshak. See, it's written here on the COVID of the book. I like that. Imagine, a rotten murderous German concentration camp doctor living right here in Metropolis. How about that? I wonder. Great Scott. Robin, look. Now what? This is a German driving license issued to Dr. Gerhard Marshak. Look at the photograph attached to the license. You recognize that man? I say. Yes, he looks familiar. You saw him about a month ago at a farm. The place where we thought we traced Superman to from the old mill. Holy smokes. I remember now. Superman wasn't there, but this guy was. Right, and now Superman. I mean, Clark Kent's trail leads to this German doctor again. Say, do you think this Nazi rat is tied up with big George Latimer? Obviously. Come on, Robin. 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Now, GI's paid a dollar for theirs. But all you do is to mail $0.10 one box top from a package of that super delicious cereal, Kellogg's Pep, and your name and address to Superman, Box 251, Battle Creek, Michigan. You got that? You send one dime in one box top from Kellogg's Pep along with your name and address clearly printed to Superman Man, Box 251 Battle Creek, Michigan. Don't put it off. There's just one more day left to send in your order. Do it right now. This offer is limited to the United States. Now, the adventures of Superman. On a secluded farm near Metropolis, where he is a prisoner of Big George Latimer, a dishonest politician and Dr. Marsh, a former German concentration camp official. Superman is being fed a solution of criminal kryptonite. This substance from the exploded planet on which he was born and which in the atmosphere of Earth, robs him of all his strength has already caused him to lose his memory. And in 12 hours more, Dr. Marsh has promised Latimer the Man of Steel will be a mental and physical wreck. But meanwhile in Metropolis, the famous Batman and Robin followed a clue to Dr. Marsh's house where they found a hidden diary which contained a photograph of the night Nazi. Recognizing him as a man they had seen at a farm some time ago. While they were searching for Superman, the Dynamic Duo decided to investigate the farm again. And as we continue now, they are speeding along a country highway in their powerful Batmobile. Listen. Okay, keep your eyes peeled now, Robin. The lane, at least the farm cuts off along here somewhere. Yeah, I'm watching for it. That man. Good brakes. I think it's right up ahead. Check. Yep, this is it, all right. Wines for the woods for about half a mile. He's out of the farm. Yeah, that's right. But you're not going to drive all the way in, I hope. Of course not. We'll stop just before the woods end, then hide the car under the trees and then go looking for trouble, huh? No, sir, Robin. For soup for a clock. Well, if he's at the farm, chances are Big George Latimer and our Nazi doctor friend are, too. And if so, there will be trouble. Well, that's what I've been suggesting, Pappy. Any objection? Are you kidding? It'll be a pleasure. Only. Only what? I just remembered the last time we tangled with Latimer, he had beaucoup gorillas around and all of them had guns. They're with him here. That might make It a bit more difficult. Well, now, you're not kidding. Say, maybe we should have slowed up long enough to collect Inspector Henderson and a few of his gendarmes. No, no, no. Robin Henderson's office. Since we made him search Latimer's house and then haul him out to Marsh's bungalow to find Kent. And no Kent, remember? Yeah. Well, I guess we're on our own as usual. Any right now. Hey, where are you going? The woods end just ahead there, see? Oh, that's right. We park under this big tree. That ought to do the trick. I hope so. I don't think anyone in the lane will notice the car. Okay, Robin, out we go. Check. Hey, hey, not so fast. I just want to have a look, see? Someone might see you. I'm behind the tree. The farmhouse looks nice and peaceful. See anybody around? No. Doc. Batman. What's up? There's a big lad coming this way. Right along the edge of the woods there. See him? Huh? Oh, a tough looking customer. He's carrying a gun. Say, Robin. Huh? He's one of the fellas we tangled with at Latimer's house. One of Latimer's gunmen. Say, that's right. That means the trail's getting warm, huh? Oh, it certainly is. My hunch is this fellow's a little lookout. See? He keeps peering about. Great Scott. Now what? I think he spotted our car. Oh, no, he has. Come on, Robin, let's take him fast. Okay, Py, now. Got him. Nice tackle, Robin. I'll hold him while you truss him up. I'll have him ready for the laundry and two shakes. Good. Just take a hitch here. Another hitch here. There. Hey, where are you? Uh. Oh, here comes reinforcements for our friend. Hurry it up, Robin. Right there. He's all set that closing in. Not your handkerchief, Robin. Stuff it in this lady's mouth when I take my hand away. Right. Just a second. All right, that does it. Good. We'll have more company in a minute. Get behind that big old rock. I'll wait behind the street. When our company shows, make them welcome. Should I bake a cake? Dan, where are you? Here they come. All right. That guy. Hey, Eddie, look. A stand. Yeah. Over the top rope. Right. Greetings, friend. Here's my. Oh, what a lovely chin you have for a haymaker. Ah, nice going, Batman. Same to you, son. Two up and two down. Short and sweet. Oh, boy. When we hit them, they stay hit, eh, Pappy? Okay, never mind the orchids. Come on. We'll tie these two chickens together. My rope here. Right. Roll that husky. This way, chum. Check. Little more. There you are. That's it. Wonder how many more of these toughies are around. Something tells me we'll find out soon enough. Right. There. That does it. These two buckles will keep for a while. Okay. Come on, Robin. All right, where to? We'll make a beeline for the farmhouse. You ready? Never readier. Okay, let's go, then. And keep low, Robin. Right. Hey, we spotted Duck Low. I almost farted my hair. We're almost at the house. You see that cell window? Yeah. Dive through it when I get the word. Check. Come on. Okay, Robin. Through the window. Right. Up on your feet, Robin. Who are you? Dr. Livingston, I presume. Dr. Marsh is more correct. Civic. Civic. I shoot. You're not shooting anybody, my dirty Nazi friend. No, Batman. You should be more gentle. Robin, look. Look on that couch. Christopher Columbus. It's Mr. Kent. Superman. You mean Superman. That's right. He's asleep. Superman, wake up. Wake up, Superman. Batman, that's Latimer outside. I hear him. Wake up, Superman. Wake up. Wake up, Superman, will you? 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Remember, this is next to the last day of this offer. So hurry, hurry, hurry. This offer is limited to the United States. Now back to the adventures of Superman. Trapped in the farmhouse cellar with the sleeping Superman, Batman and Robin placed the kryptonite back in its lead box and then attempted to waken the man of Steel. But meanwhile, Big George Latimer had posted a henchman at each of six cellar windows and each trained a gun on Batman and Robin. As we continue now, the Dynamic Duo have flattened themselves against the wall, protected by Superman's cot and his body from the bullets that have been spraying the walls and floor about them. As the man of Steel begins to awaken. What's happening? Superman's waking up. Batman, thank heaven. Listen, Superman. Who are you? What's all this shooting about? Who are we? Batman and Robin, of course. Batman and Robin. Yes. Now listen, will you? I can sit up. I can move. Look out, Robin. Duck low. Wow. Oh, this is getting hot. Batman, you're not kidding. Superman, listen. What did you call me? Holy smokes, Batman. Has Superman lost his memory, too? Naturally. Listen, you're Super Superman, you hear me? Look, I can stand up. I can even walk. Hey, Mr. Ladder. Look at that. Superman is standing up. Never mind him. We'll take care of him later. Get inside, boys, and finish Batman and Robin. Okay, let's go, fellas. Holy smokes. Here they come for us. What will he do, Batman? I don't know, Robin. If only Superman would snap out of it, he could help us. Nobody can help you now, Batman. All right, boys, finish him. Backed against the wall, Batman and Robin can only watch as Big George Latimer's henchmen swarm through the cellar windows and start toward them, guns raised. Superman, the one person who could save his friends and himself, stands wonderingly by, unaware of his identity, unaware of what is going on. Is this the end of Batman and Robin? And of Superman? What will happen? 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This offer is limited to the United States States now. The adventures of Superman becoming a famous baseball pitcher. While suffering loss of memory, Superman was captured again by Big George Latimer and taken to a secluded farmhouse. There, a former Nazi doctor named Marsh fed him liquefied kryptonite a strange metallic substance from the exploded planet on which Superman was born. This had originally caused caused Superman to lose his memory. And in another few hours, Marsh stated he would be permanently disabled. But that afternoon, Batman and Robin traced their friend to the farmhouse and after disposing of three of Latimer's henchmen found Superman and Dr. Marsh in the cellar. After Batman knocked out the Nazi physician, Robin locked the kryptonite in its lead case, releasing Superman from the power of its rays. This restored to the man of Steel his strength but not his memory. And at that moment, Latimer and several of his armed hoodlums burst into the cellar. Robin gasped. It looks like curtains for us, Batman. But as we continue now, Superman, still wearing the baseball uniform of the Metropolis Titans, has stepped in front of Batman and Robin, who are back against the wall. Latimer, halting a few paces away with his men, calls angrily to Superman. Listen. Get out of the way, you. No. You've got these fellas outnumbered 10 to 2. What's more, your armed and they're not. Not. I don't know who you are or who they are, but it isn't fair. What do we do, Mr. L just stand back and keep them covered, man. I'll take care of this myself. He's moving toward the kryptonite. Batman. We've got to keep him from opening the box on you two. Take one step toward me and my men will finish you. What if we do, Batman? He'll have the kryptonite in a minute. Quick, Robin, grab hold of Superman's back. I say now, Superman, listen to me. Do you want to help us? Why yes. But why do you call me friends? Look, Latimer's got the kryptonite. Superman say up and away. Then leap up. Leap up. Do as I say, please. Ah, Superman, I'll take care of you. And then Batman and Robin do what I told you, will you? Hurry or we'll all be done for. Do it, Superman. Now. Superman, you're through. All right. I don't understand. But here goes. Up and away, Leaving upward. As Batman has instructed. Superman, with his two costumed friends clinging to his belt, zooms like a meteor crashing through floors and ceilings and roof and flashes up from the shattered farmhouse into the heavens like a mighty jet propelled rocke. Higher, Superman. Zones and higher. Then, as Batman and Robin begin to turn blue and shake with cold, the pressure of the high altitude and the shock of rocket like flight seems to explode a gigantic whirling pinwheel in the mind of the man of Steel. For a moment he gapes about him, looks down at the two costumed figures who cling to his belt. Then slowly, the expression of stupefied amazement fades from his face and he laughs aloud. Ah, Superman. Of course. That's who I am. Superman. Swiftly then, the joyful man of Steel clasps his arms about his two shivering, nearly unconscious friends and plummets downward to a green, sunbathed hill. Batman, Robin, snap out of it. I'm all right, I guess. Superman, you know us. I've recovered my memory, Batman and Robin, thanks to you two. Hallelujah. Was that close. One second more and Latimer would have finished all of us. Who said it? Robin. Wait. Scott. I forgot about Latimer. He's still got the kryptonite. That's right. Up with you fellas and back to that farmhouse. Up and away. Is the farmhouse, or what's left of it. Great. Lucifer. It's collapsed like a house of cards. What happened? When I went up through it from the cellar, I must have wrecked it. Latimer's gang are caught under the wreckage. How about Latimer and Dr. Marsh and the kryptonite? We'll find out in a moment. Stand back, you two. I'll have this mess cleared up in a moment. Away, Christopher Columbus. Look at him clean up that mess. Back. Talk about your human steam shovel. Yeah, Robin. Keep your fingers crossed that Latimer didn't get away with the kryptonite. Batman, Robin, come here. What's up, Superman? Hey, look, Batman. He's found Latimer and Dr. Marsh. Right? And the rest of the gang. Are they alive? Most of the gang are, I think. But Latimer and his Nazi partner. Look. Gunpowder. Uh oh, they're lucky at that. They'd have gotten the electric chair if they survived this. Yes. Either way they were finished. Latimer wanted to be a Hitler in this country. Wanted to use his political power to discriminate against good Americans just because they attended a different church from his or because their skin happened to be a different color. Well, he finished up where Hitler did and Mussolini and all the other bigoted tyrants. That's right, Superman. Well, there's only one more thing to do before we get inspector Anderson out here. Pick up that lead box, will you, Batman? Oh, yes, yes, the kryptonite. Well, what are you going to do with it, Superman? I'll show you. Up into my arms, you two. There now, out to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Up and away. Let me have that, that box, please, Batman. There you are, Superman. Thanks. Now Bud Smith will pitch his last strikeout. Wow, look at it go. Goodbye, kryptonite. Down to the bottom of the ocean with you where you can never harm me again. There it goes. Under and down to the bottom of the briny. Oh, boy, am I glad to see the last of that. You and me both, Robin. You and me both. Happily, Superman, Batman and Robin watch the lead box containing the deadly kryptonite sink beneath the waves and out of Superman's life forever. A few hours later, once more in the business suit and spectacles of Clark Kent, the mild mannered reporter Superman has arrived at the Daily Planet and entered the office of Perry White. For a startled moment, the gray haired editor Lois Lane and cub reporter Jim Jimmy Olsen, who have been mourning the strange disappearance of their friend and colleague, stare at him in open mouthed disbelief as if they are beholding a ghost. And then with glad cries they fall upon him, wringing his hand, clapping his back, firing a host of embarrassing questions. Clark. Oh, Clark, I'm so glad to see you. Glad to see you. Gosh, Mr. Ken, I'm so glad I can hardly talk. It really is you, isn't it? Certainly is, chief. Well, well, come on, I'll have something talking. Tell us all about it. Yes. What happened to you after you disappeared from the ballpark? Yeah, and we're Superman. Hey, you really are that picture bud Smith, aren't you? Well, why of course he is. Listen, Mr. Ken, how could you be such a great pitcher and home run hitter? Well, I, I, I. That's what bothers me. And what you play ball like. Like Superman would. Oh, now look. Yes, Clark, you've got to make this clear. How could you pinch and hit as only Superman could? Yeah, how Mr. K. Kent how could you do that? For the moment, Clark Kent is speechless. As with the questioning stares of his friends full on his face he thinks hard and fast for a way out of this uncomfortable spot. We'll know what happens in a moment, so keep listening. Well, this is it. It's now or never. For the last time, I'll tell you how to go about getting your genuine GI Money money belt from Kellogg's Pet the Sunshine cereal. So get a pencil and paper ready and listen closely. This is a genuine money belt. It has three secret compartments to carry your money, identification papers, secret code, scout knife and matches. Wonderful to take on hikes or when you go camping this summer. It has three pockets. One large and two smaller ones, concealed pockets. You see, there's a flap that folds over on the inside and keeps those pockets secret. This is the real thing. GI khaki color with a full size buckle. It's adjustable so it'll fit you fine. And it's the genuine article. Now, GI's paid a dollar for theirs, but all you do is to mail 10 cents and one box stop from a package of those super delicious whole wheat flakes, Kellogg's Pep. And your name and address to Superman Box 251, Battle Creek, Michigan. I repeat that and it's the last time. Send one dime and one box stop from Kellogg's Pap along with your name and address clearly printed, the Superman box 251 Battle Creek, Michigan. Don't put it off or you'll miss out. This is the very last day to get your genuine army belt with the three secret compartments. This offer is limited to the United States. Now back to the adventures of Superman as we continue. Now, Clark Kent, just returned to the Daily Planet after being missing for some time is in danger of revealing his true identity as his friends press him with embarrassing questions. Tell us, Clark, how could you pitch and hit as only Superman could? Yeah, how about that, Mr. Kent? How could you do that? I can't explain. You see, I. I lost my memory about a month ago. And everything that happened during that time is. Is a blank, you might say. Now, wait a minute. Clark Kent. I'm sorry. Lord, she was. Mr. Kent. Here. Kent lost my memory, I tell you. As a matter of fact, I'm starting to feel rather strange again. What? You are? Yes. Take it easy, Kent. Here, lie down on my couch. Oh, thank you, chief. Listen, Clark. No more questions. Lois, no more questions. Don't you see the poor fellows all in. You don't want him to get amnesia again, do you? I was Just going to ask him if he wanted a pillow, do you, Clark? No, thank you, Lois. But please don't ask me any more questions. It sort of makes my head spin. That's no wonder, after all you've been through. Yes, poor chap. You know, something tells me we'll never find out exactly what happened. Oh, maybe someday I'll be able to tell you the Lois, but not right now. Not for a long time, I'm afraid. Chuckling to himself, Superman lies back on Perry White's couch and closes his eyes. The near exposure of his double identity averted. And the greatest threats of his life the deadly kryptonite and Big George Latimer gone forever. And so we leave Superman and all his friends, Batman and Robin, Perry White, Lois Lane, Jimmy Ozen and all the others until September 29th, when they'll all be back with you in a new series of thrilling adventures. Remember the date September 29th, mark it on your calendar and be sure to join us again at that time when we will bring you a new thrilling series of adventures with Superman. And now, here for a special word with you is Superman himself. Yes, this is Superman. And that special word is vacation. Starting today, I'm off for a vacation until September 29th when I'll be back on the air again for the same good sponsor. So see you September 29th. Meanwhile, happy holidays and remember, for breakfast it's Kellogg's pack for excitement, the Adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC Comic man magazines. And it'll be brought to you again beginning September 29th, every Monday through Friday at this same time by Kellogg's Pat the Sunshine cereal. Vacation days. Man, that's crumbles weather. Extra playtime means that you need the energy a real whole wheat cereal can give you. So wrap yourself around a bowl full of Kellogg's crumbles. Those crinkly shreds of sweet and mellow rich whole wheat, cool and fresh and breezy tasting in cool milk. M a dish full of those Kellogg's crumbles sprinkled with ripe, red chilled berries and swimming to the brim in cool milk. Good? Why, terrific. You bet. You're in for a prize dish with crisp, crunchy, crinkly Kellogg's Crumbles. This is the Mutual broadcast. Now here is our star, Vincent Price, ladies and gentlemen. In a prejudice filled America, no one would be secure in his job, his business, his church or his home. Yet racial and religious antagonisms are exploited daily by quacks and adventurers whose followers make up the irresponsible lunatic fringe of American life. Refuse to listen to or spread rumors against any. Any race or religion. Help to stamp out prejudice in our country. Let's judge our neighbors by the character of their lives alone and not on the basis of their religion or origin.