Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1951)

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My husband, Ken Murray He lives his work, he loves his work. But there are times in every man's lifeeven a TV star's — when home and hearth are most important of all BY BETTE LOU MURRAY Ken and I were married on December 1, 1948, at . the old and beautiful Riverside Mission Inn in Riverside, California. I wore a blue suit and the traditional happy-bride smile. Ken also wore a blue suit — and cried like a baby . . . It was a small and quiet wedding. Our only guests were members of the family and intimate friends. (Van Heflin, for instance, who drove all the way down from Hollywood to be with us. We hadn't expected him but, "I wouldn't have missed this," Van said, "for anything." ) When, at the end of the service, the minister whispered to Ken, "Kiss the bride," my bridegroom obeyed, with the tears just streaming down his face! Ken always cries at weddings. And when he sees the flag go by. When he hears old songs. Or when he sings them himself. At sad scenes in the movies. At anything and everything designed to tug at the heartstrings. And sentimental? Why, he saves everything — all my cards, all my letters. Even telegrams. In Ken's softer moments, I {Continued on page 78) Ken likes boiled beef and horseradish sauce, old records, disc jockeys, soap operas, Westerns — and people in general. "He's got to know everything about everybody," confesses Bette Lou. "Yet he's a little bashful, too!" / 57