THE Jet Age is eight years old, and its high white contrails and graceful, swept-wing planes are familiar sights from the most cosmopolitan cities to the farthest provinces of the globe. Flight has grown into an absolute essential for mobile, modern man. By occasional tourist and veteran traveler, the big aircraft are recognized as the most comfortable, convenient means of long-distance travel. Yet hardly a passenger escapes entirely from an ancient skepticism, a lurking suspicion that manned flight is somehow unnatural and inherently dangerous. The hazards are always magnified. Just as the Sunday...
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