National Geographic : 1950 Jul
2 The National Geographic Magazine Mr. Wickman is chairman of the board of the Greyhound Corpora tion, Orville Swan Caesar its presi dent, and R. A. L. Bogan, executive vice president (page 40). In Winston-Salem, North Caro lina, I stepped off the fleet Hound S. and walked a mile to R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Company. Hundreds of machines hummed and clicked; conveyor belts rode endlessly everywhere; men and women touched this or turned that, and presto! thousands of cigarettes were born each second, inspected, packaged, and boxed for shipment. Yes, we figuratively placed them end to end; a year's production could girdle the earth at its Equator well over a hundred times. College Older than U. S. Constitution National Geographic Photographer Ernest J. Cottrell Author Buys a 2-yard Ticket for a 27-State Trip Howell Walker, who started his continental tour in Washing ton, I). C., rode 38 buses across 9,000 miles. For 1/ cents a mile he enjoyed exploration, adventure, and a close-up of America. Making his journey in easy stages. Walker found it fun. Friendly drivers served as his guides; many stopped to let him make pic tures. If this agent had included all stopovers, the strip would have measured a bus-long 35 feet (page 1). The city consists of two parts: industrial Winston and residential Salem. Settled by Moravians, Salem still keeps the faith and its early architecture, even to hooded door ways. Salem College, older than the Constitution of the United States, has never closed to students. With a man of Salem I strolled through "God's Acre," the Moravian cemetery. First interment took place in 1771. We walked by more than 3,000 uniform tombstones lying flat like pillows at heads of graves. "Death, after all, is a very level ing thing," my friend explained, "and to God the dead are equal." At Charlotte, North Carolina, our Greyhound made a 20-minute halt. The driver saw my photographic equipment and invited me to go with him to a camera shop. Photography was his hobby. I told him of my plan to see the country by bus. That assured me of a front seat to Augusta, Georgia.* Driver E. W. Evans offered to stop wherever I wished to make a picture. In Columbia, South Caro lina, he pulled up at the busiest intersection; I stood in midstreet to * See, in the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE: "Dixie Spins the Wheel of Industry." by William H. Nicholas, March, 1949; and "Tarheelia on Parade," by Leonard C. Roy, August, 1941.