For most of the 52 aboard American Airlines' DC-6 "Arizona," the big speedy plane was less a means of travel than of transition; a kind of big cabinet through which they could passwith a pleasantly uneventful interval of waiting in the seats insidefrom one aspect of the humdrum world to another. At 2:29 in the morning most of them were dozing. The plane, bound from Los Angeles to Chicago and New York, rode 21,000 ft. over the earth at 300 miles an hour, and the dimly lighted cabin was quiet except for the muffled drone of the engines and...
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