One hundred years ago, future etiquette guru Emily Post was given a challenging writing assignment by Collier’s Weekly: travel from New York to San Francisco by automobile in as much style as humanly possible. It was a challenge Emily was enthusiastic to accept, so on April 25th, 1915, Emily Post (riding shotgun), her son Ned (behind the wheel) and her cousin Alice Beadleston (crammed into the back seat with a troubling amount of baggage) set out on a grand adventure in a custom car entirely unsuited to the task.
In 1915 cross-country motoring was a new trend, the offshoot of a decade of publicity that aimed to lure travelers out west. Railroads, politicians and assorted other commercial interests in the western states had been exhorting Americans to “See Europe if you will, but see America first” since 1906. Keen to get a piece of the $500 million Americans were spending each year in travel to the Old World, they promoted the unique natural wonders of the American west from the Missouri River to the Pacific Ocean in contrast to the inconveniences and expense of travel to Europe. Traveling towards the Pacific rather than across the Atlantic was advertised as a patriotic duty, a means to commune with the “Great Architect” through his greatest works.
Don’t be hypnotized by weird tales of European travel. There is not an attraction in the Old World that cannot be duplicated and discounted by the phenomena of America. Facilities for travel are superior and cheaper at home than anything you may expect in foreign lands. Accommodations for the affluent, and others in more moderate circumstances, await the tourist at every turn of the road. You get what you want, and pay for what you get, and are not hounded to death by a horde of mendicants. You encounter the frank-faced business-like American who intuitively knows your wants and sees that they are supplied. […]
Come by rail, come in your auto-car, come afoot if you like, but come!
The railroads vigorously embraced the “See America First” slogan, encouraging people to enjoy rail voyages to the majestic vistas of the expanding National Park system, the pioneer experience without the pain of pioneering, all of the splendor, none of the survival cannibalism. The Great Northern Railway, whose owner Louis Hill had been instrumental in the creation and funding of Glacier National Park, marketed the park as “America’s Switzerland.” The Northern Pacific Railroad offered summer deals from Chicago to Puget Sound through the “Wonderland” of Yellowstone National Park.
The most coveted target of the campaign were wealthy Easterners who toured the opulent capitals and resorts of Europe, but they weren’t persuaded that a log cabin stay in Yellowstone was comparable to the en suite bathrooms and Escoffier dinners of the Paris Ritz. It wasn’t until war broke out in 1914 making travel to Europe potentially fatal that the elite turned their eyes west. The next year even more eyes turned west as the Panama-Pacific Exposition in San Francisco and the Panama–California Exposition in San Diego, celebrating the opening of the Panama Canal, drew huge crowds.
The railroads appealed to people looking for ease and comfort, but automobile travel offered the promise of entirely private, self-directed journeys in the most exciting (and expensive) technology of the day. Enter Mrs. Emily Post. Born Emily Price, she was the daughter of prominent Baltimore architect Bruce Price and mining heiress Josephine Lee Price. Emily was educated by governesses and in private schools before graduating from Miss Graham’s Finishing School in New York City and making her debut in society in 1892. She was the talk of the season and before the year was out, she married wealthy businessman Edwin Post. They went to Europe, of course, for the de rigeur luxurious honeymoon.
Their marriage fell apart in 1905 when Edwin Post testified in a sensational trial against Col. William D. Mann, a gossip columnist who had attempted to blackmail Post over his showgirl mistress. The distance between them and the public humiliation of the trial drove Emily to divorce him in 1906. With no alimony forthcoming (Edwin had lost much of his fortune in bad investments), she had to work to support herself and her two sons at their fancy private boarding school in Pomfret, Connecticut. Emily took commissions as a decorator and architectural model-builder from her late father’s architect friends and she wrote. She had already had some success as a novelist during the later years of her marriage — her name was spoken in the same breath as Edith Wharton’s in a Washington Post article about working society women — and in 1909 was able to parlay the public’s avid interest in the flood of American heiresses trawling Europe for noble marriage prospects into a popular novel, The Title Market.
Later that year Emily’s mother died in a car accident leaving her daughter a large enough fortune that she wouldn’t have to worry about money ever again. She kept on writing, though, mainly fiction of the “write what you know” variety. It was her background as a wealthy, cultured, widely traveled woman of refined tastes that made her the ideal author for the Collier’s Weekly assignment. Her goal was to see if she could cross the country in the kind of comfort to which her peers were very much accustomed, or at least how far she could get, and to write about the journey in a series of articles.
The opening of the first article underscores what a cockamamie scheme people thought it was.
“Of course you are sending your servants ahead by train with your luggage and all that sort of thing,” said an Englishman.
A New York banker answered for me: “Not at all! The best thing is to put them in another machine directly behind, with a good mechanic. Then if you break down the man in the rear and your chauffeur can get to rights in no time. How about your chauffeur? You are sure he is a good one?”
“We are not taking one — nor servants, nor mechanic either.”
“Surely you and your son are not thinking of going alone! Probably he could drive, but who is going to take care of the car?”
“Why, he is!”
Even the nice young man at the Automobile Club recommended she stick to the eastern roads.
“Unfortunately,” he said suavely, “we have not all our information yet, and we seem to be out of our Western maps! But I can recommend some very delightful tours through New England and the Berkshires.”
“That is very interesting, but I am going to San Francisco.”
“Oh, I couldn’t advise that, madam; the New England roads are very much better.”
“But, you see, San Francisco is where I am going. Do you know which route is, if you prefer it, the least bad?”
“Oh, I see.” He looked sorry. “If you must cross the continent, there is the Lincoln Highway!”
“Can you tell me how much work has been done on it?”
“No, I really couldn’t. But it is the best known route.”
The Lincoln Highway, the first road to cross the continental United States from Times Square in New York to Lincoln Park in San Francisco, had been inaugurated less than two years before that conversation and was very much a work in progress. Unbridged rivers had to be forded and there were significant stretches in the desert west where the car would be the only sleeping facility. Not to mention the difficulty in finding gasoline stations even in towns and cities, never mind once the stretches between developed areas got long.
Undeterred, Emily and her team hit the road. The search for luxury quickly became desultory as they left the crowded east for the wider open spaces of the midwest and west, but even though Collier’s had told her to turn around the minute she hit discomfort of any kind, Emily kept on trucking through crappy hotels and crappier food and the car getting stuck in the mud outside Chicago (on the Lincoln Highway, no less). The heavy silver picnic set they set out with was shipped back and replaced with a modest ceramic bread basket filled with paper plates. In New Mexico they were mired in a whole new kind of mud on its “natural roads.” The car’s extra long chassis, imported English motor and skinny wheels were no help in handling the challenges of the terrain. Eventually the car broke down altogether in the Arizona desert. They had to get the car to Los Angeles by freight train before picking up the drive again up the Pacific coast. After 27 days and close to $1,800 spent, they finally made it to San Francisco.
It was far from luxurious, but it was a great adventure and Emily Post lived to tell the tale. The story was published in three parts on September 4th, September 11th and September 18th and was well-received. In 1916, a revised version of the series was published in a book entitled By Motor to the Golden Gate.
16 thoughts on “When Emily Post drove from sea to shining sea”
Brilliant post. I love the old veteran car.
I do too. It’s like a reverse Beverly Hillbillies thing where the fancy city car heads to the backwoods with its elegant passengers only to find itself careening around hairpin turns and rims-deep in muck.
Very interesting. “Emily Post” only brought to mind fancy etiquette and now I find she was more adventurous than I’d thought, plus she could apparently endure a rib cracking corset with grace.
She pulls off the corset like a damn boss, doesn’t she? If that waist is more than 20 inches in circumference I’m a monkey’s uncle.
“There is not an attraction in the Old World that cannot be duplicated and discounted by the phenomena of America.” Brilliantly bonkers!
Brilliantly bonkers is right. It’s such a crazy apples and oranges comparison. Setting aside the fact that most travelers went to the capitals of Europe, even the people who went to Alpine resorts weren’t there for the nature. They were there to party or ski or “take the waters” or whatever.
A few years ago Smithsonian magazine ran an article about Alice Ramsey, the first woman to make the US transcontinental drive in 1909. She had only women friends with her on the trip. Driving through Wyoming on the Lincoln Highway had to be dicey.
Construction on the Lincoln Highway, such that it was, began in 1912, so Alice Ramsey was well and truly roughing it. And she actually drove! Ned did all the driving for his mother.
@Dearieme: I know, right? I love America, and it certainly has some great scenery … but I highly doubt the ultra rich were going to Europe just to see the scenery! the U.S. can’t hold a candle to England or France for history and atmosphere.
The only reason I’ll probably have my honeymoon (whenever I get married) in America is because I simply won’t have the money to have it in Switzerland 😀
Yeah, I don’t think the New York Four Hundred were very much into hiking mountain trails. They were in Europe to rub shoulders (and ideally arrange marriages) with impoverished nobility in glamorous settings of Old World grandeur, plus a little cultural touring on the side.
Switzerland is fine. But Italy …….. what a treasure house!
Team Italy all the way.
Of course the railroads vigorously embraced the “See America First” slogan. After all they wanted to make profits!! This was best done by highlighting the gorgeous National Parks, deserts and coast lines which could be seen in comfort, cleanliness and safety aboard a train. I agree 100%.
So why did Post chose to go by car? It might have been self-directed and exciting, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable. (Clearly I am not an American and may not understand the value of trips made by car).
wonderful article. gotta’love the auto-car trip.
I never thought of Emily Post as a forerunner of Thelma and Louise! She was one tough cookie, wasn’t she!
I’ve crossed the continent several times by train. It was nice, and I’ll probably do it again. But I’ve crossed the continent by car more times than I can count, on my own, avoiding freeways at all costs, going through the less populated areas and camping along the way. Saw things I didn’t know existed, and met some of the nicest folks of all kinds.
There was one trip during which I broke all those rules but the alone part, but that was January, and I was on my way to start a new job on the other side of the country. I made it in six days with only an ice storm in Wisconsin. Wouldn’t do that again. No fun in it.
But I’d get in a car in a minute and camp my way through some of the places I haven’t been yet. Though at my age, I probably should have a companion. Another adventurous outdoors type lady, maybe. I bet Emily and I would have a grand time.