Nobody seeing her smiling in photographs and at social functions would have suspected her dislike of most Hollywood people and of Hollywood talk, with its emphasis on fashion, makeup, scandal, and intrigue. It wasn’t often disclosed that she much preferred staying at home listening to Bing Crosby records, reading Somerset Maugham’s short stories, poring over her latest ill-written script, or adding touches of New England to her living room in the form of brassware, Toby mugs, and painted plates. She liked to argue, wrangle, ride horseback, and help train guide dogs for the blind. None of this particularly interested the magazines. There wasn’t much you could make of her loving fog, rain, arguments, and onions.