Bob Bailey

Ray.

Ray, what's the matter?

Here, let me get you on the sofa.

Here you are.

Now, what medicine?

Johnny, I... I grabbed the telephone and called Dr. Ramsey.

But because of a traffic tie, it was nearly half an hour before he got there.

Meantime, Ray lay on the sofa getting paler and paler until he was white as a sheet.

The doctor, completely familiar with Ray's ulcer problem, did what he could...

But after 40, 45 minutes, realized things were getting beyond his control, so he called an ambulance.

Another half hour.

And yeah, by the time they got him to the hospital, in spite of injections and oxygen along the way, Ray Connolly was dead.

Act II of yours truly, Johnny Dollar, in a moment.

Tibet in the news.

Who's an expert on Tibetan affairs?

Who was the personal guest of the Dalai Lama in happier times at the top of the world?

Why, Lowell Thomas, of course.

Ask us another part of the world and there's every chance the answer again would be Lowell Thomas.

The roving raconteur has been just about everywhere, seen just about everything.

So when a story breaks, he has that extra edge of intimate first-hand experience to give extra dimension to his reporting.