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News Anchor: Thank you for joining us this evening. I'm Ann Core. We take you now to Times Square in New York City where our crime reporter Drag Nett is standing by. What have you got for us Drag? Drag: Thanks Ann.  I''m here with a man dressed all in yellow, who actually looks like a banana. This man just single handedly foiled a bank hold up and turned the robbers over to police. What is your name, sir? Banana Man: Why, I'm the super hero Banana Man. Drag: Did you say Banana Man? What kind of a name is that? Banana Man: Well, my parents gave it to me. Drag: And who are your parents? Banana Man: Well, my Mom was Chiquita and my Dad was Monte, Del Monte. Drag: Do you have any brothers or sisters? Banana Man: A bunch. Drag: Do you work on your own? Banana Man: Sometimes I'll work with my cousin Herb. Drag: Herb? Banana Man: Herb Aceous. Drag: Uh-huh. Banana Man: Yeah, he needs the bread. Drag: Bread? Banana Man: Yeah it's not like...

When I was growing up in the 50s my parents were firm believers in the maxim "children should be seen and not heard".  That's why they didn't mind if I plopped myself down in front of that black and white picture-producing device in the corner of the living room.  And boy what a world I escaped to.  The Cisco Kid, Circus Boy and - my favourite - Adventures of Superman.  I suppose the attraction with the latter was the fellow could fly.  And I'd never seen a guy in tights before.  The poor guy had to fly around with his underwear on the outside of his pants. Odd. In later years, in the 60s, I got hooked on Batman.  Like Superman, they belonged to the fraternal order of men in tights.  But - and this was new - they also had female villains...who wore tights; Julie Newmar and Eartha Kit each taking a turn as Cat Woman, a villain torn between loving Batman and wanting to kill him. They kind of reminded me of Elly May of the Beverly Hillbillies...