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...Winston-Salem" to any well-informed man and he will snap right back at you: "Biggest, fastest-growing city in North Carolina. Population three years ago, 48,000; now, about 70,000. Home of Camel cigarets and the rest of the Reynolds Tobacco products. Been booming like Billy-get-out lately. Livest town down South...
...ahead of the boom Frank Gannett was when he made his plans, he alone could say. How long before the most provincial Americano will be thoroughly conscious of Winston-Salem's place in the sun, is also a matter of conjecture. But with a Gannett paper in town, Winston-Salem's light is in no danger of bushel-burial, despite a curious feature of that town which any friend of Mr. Gannett's would not fail to remark should he accompany the publisher down there some day to look things over...
...struck, on your first visit to Winston-Salem, by the fact that it is off the main railroad line, up in the hills. You have to change trains at Greensboro, a second-rate town (considering its advantages) where, dazzling and unexpected above an ill-kempt street lined with shabby buildings, a single white skyscraper (the Jefferson Standard Life Insurance Co., largest in the South, assets, $31,000,000) towers up, its façade handsome with carving, its superior ground-floor shops the heralds of Greensboro's delayed awakening...
...branch line of railroad takes you from the shabby Greensboro station an hour or two back through the hills to a smart, new station. Like as not the Travelers Aid attendant will invite you to use her telephone instead of the pay-booth. She is Winston-Salem's first hostess and sets the pace for hospitality. Climbing a steep green hill you arrive in the city's centre, where a huge factory, trim and modernized, notifies you at once of the city's presiding power: REYNOLDS...
...marble lobby of the Hotel Robert E. Lee, the illuminated original of Camel's famed advertisement, "Standard Equipment," greets all comers, whose attention is next attracted by a tablet emblazoned with Winston-Salem boom statistics. With those statistics on view, it is natural for many a Winston-Salemite to believe that all the world lives in his prosperous city. But there is a cosmopolitan aristocracy there also, whose spacious country homes you come to while driving out of town on the well-paved roads. There are the Chathams, the Grays, Haneses,* the Reynoldses, whose sons and daughters go north...