from Winter 1947 (Vol. 1 No. 4) Movie Fan magazine...

No eloping to Las Vegas in the dead of night and no
running off to a small town, escorted by press agents and
photographers, for Barbara and Bill. They went home to
get married, and they did it in the good old-fashioned way,
with something old, something new, something borrowed,
something blue and everything else traditional. Barbara's
niece carried the bouquet, and just like nieces the world
over, almost stole the show. Bill fumbled for the ring and
Barbara looked beautiful and a little bit scared. It was just
I like the wedding of one of your own friends, homey and 
comfortable with a few splashes of tears around. It wasn't
Hollywood--not any. It was strictly Barbara Hale-ish, and
it suited her to a T. It was the second time Barbara went 
back to Rockford, Illinois, since she left there to become an 
artist in Chicago. The first was to tell her mother she 
thought she was in love with a boy named Bill Williams. But 
that's getting ahead of the story. Let's get her back in 
Chicago, where she quit studying art and was piling up a
bankroll as a model. The model bureau sent her photo to RKO, 
RKO sent a man and two weeks later Barbara stepped onto a 
west­bound train. They put her to work even before she found 
a place to live. Then one day she ran into a Bill named 
Williams. She'd heard of him, had even seen him in a couple 
of pictures and knew he was supposed to be a dream walking. 
But when she met him, he seemed just another boy. Maybe a 
little nicer than most, maybe a little handsomer, but 
Hollywood is loaded with nice and handsome boys. They had one 
date, two, three, twenty-well, you know the end. A wedding in 
Rockport, Ill. Barbara and Bill are both appearing in a 
picture called, of all things, A LIKELY STORY. And if you 
don't believe that, write to RKO and ask them.

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