The San Francisco Call November 13, 1907 

Objects To Wife In College Widow Role

Millionaire Hanbury of Vallejo Files Divorce Complaint

A new chapter was added yesterday in the shattered romance in the life story of David T. Hanbury a Vallejo millionaire and his young and vivacious wife. The chapter has its setting in Berkeley where Mrs. Hanbury lived for a time in a handsomely appointed flat. She entertained royalty and became such an adjunct to the life of the university that she gained for herself the title. "The College Widow." There have been college widows in Berkeley before but on the campus it is whispered never was there one more popular with the students Mrs. Hanbury's reign in Berkeley society was brief for her wealthy husband did not approve and the young woman was taken back to her home in Vallejo.

The story of the Bohemian entertainments given in Berkeley by Mrs. Hanbury forms part of the divorce complaint filed today by her husband. Friends of Mrs. Hanbury were quick to speak on her behalf yesterday. They said that she merely had opened her home in Berkeley to her friends as has many another person in the college town and that her husband had become jealous without cause. Mrs. Hanbury was pretty and young and vivacious they said and it was but natural that with her lavish entertainments she should soon and find herself the center of are admiring coterie of students.

San Francisco Examiner November 22, 1909 

Hanbury in Pajamas Caused Guest to Flee

Unconventional Attire of Land owner in Hotel Stewart Lobby Even made Bellboy Gasp.

Should a man receive his guests in bare feet and pajamas and incidentally in a hotel lobby?

David Hanbury, feudal lord of the Isle No. 2, hunter and explorer, loyal subject of Edward VII, Imperator et Rex, defender of the faith, etc., is the man who attempted the reception innovation. Sharply at noon yesterday he appeared in the lobby of the Hotel Stewart, shoeless, sockless and in pajamas, ready to receive a friend who had sent up a card.

But, sad to say, the Hanbury pajamas were not in the color scheme of the Stewart lobby. They offended the aesthetic sense. Oscar Wilde would have fainted at such a jangling in harmony of tints. Ruskin would have thrown all the stones of Venice at the pajamaed intruder. Hazlitt would have called the gods to destroy the impious inharmoniser of the color tone scheme.

"Who is the fellow who wants to see me?" asked Hanbury of a bellboy.

 The visitor took one look at the son of the London Brewer looked and fled. These banal pajamas were too much for that visitor. He left no track or name behind, but rushed into the open to escape the offending noise of those colors jangled out of tune.

Hanbury sank into a chair and scratched one foot upon another. He did not hear the shriek of one color contending with its vehement opposites. Oblivious to the consternation evidently Hanbury intended to remain in the lobby and let the offended colors cry on. But the bellboy couldn't stand it. The color war was too much for his nervous system. He remonstrated with the lord of the Isle No. 2.

"These cheeky buttons should be taught to keep their place," muttered the author, explorer and husband of the Belle of Vallejo.

But in time he was persuaded to retire his pajamas to his boudoir. Then the colors gradually took on their proper places and harmony returned. Some color even came back to the pallid face of the clerk at the desk. but that guest well, fancy pictures him as fleeing yet.

David T. Hanbury's Death

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