Radio-TV mirror (Jan-June 1953)

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Spice of our Life Patton was riding down the street outside crying, 'Blood and Guts!' " "Their song," butts in Bob, "is 'Stars and Stripes Forever.' " Ray hangs his head. "Every time we hear 'Reveille,' we look at each other tenderly — " Ray and Liz were married in '45, came to Boston in 1946, after Ray's discharge from the Army. He'd been a radio announcer in Lowell, Massachusetts (where he was born and raised), after he got out of high school, so it was logical that he'd go back to being a radio announcer. He ended up at Station WHDH in Boston, where, by a laughable coincidence, one Bob Elliott was also announcing. More properly, Bob Elliott was discjockeying. Bob was a Boston boy who'd had a fling at New York. Went to acting school there, and got a job at NBC. He was a genuine NBC page boy. Escorted studio visitors to their seats. As a lifework, (Continued on page 85) Inside Bob And Ray, NBC Radio, Sat., 8 P.M. EST. Bob and Ray are also heard locally over Station WNBC, M-F, 6:30 P.M. EST. Bob's good on the ukulele — according to Ray. (According to Bob, Ray's good on the elevator!) They all — including wife Jane — agree that Bob's a frustrated artist. Some day, perhaps, an Elliott seascape will replace the stuffed sailfish oyer the mantel. 43