I don't know if people in the 1950's were actually as dense as comics might have us believe, but I certainly hope not:
Superman is missing. So is Clark Kent. So, we assume he's looking for Superman. That is all.
Wow, the citizens of Metropolis are in serious denial, aren't they? They aren't going to put two and two together if you put a gun to their collective head.
Then again, maybe they're just humoring Superman in case he resurfaces. Everyone probably knows who he is, but since he's capable of eviscerating you with a fingernail, they just play along. He's like that badass guy that insists the kid who played Eddie Haskell on Leave it to Beaver became Marilyn Manson, and no one dares to correct him.
But what was really going on with Superman? This:
Annnnnnd moving on:
I know Batman went through an outlandish, campy period, but I just can't get on board with an obsessed, anal-retentive vigilante with a savior complex using the word "golly."
Let's learn something:
Of course, these days they'd have Superman building that big wall along the U.S.-Mexico border, but there you have it. That's one to grow on!
See you tomorrow!