In those days an "auto" ride was a rare experience, made rarer by the clothes one wore. A linen duster, gauntlets and a veil were the requisites of touring in 1907.
Fashions in air clothing are emerging from the same sort of chrysalis stage. For routine short flights I wear every-day clothes―what one would use for street wear or sports. But obviously the Friendship flight was different. Compare it, perhaps, to a strenuous camping trip. One couldn't tell what might happen. Serviceability was the prime requirement. I had to wear breeks because of the jump from the pontoon to the door and also because of the necessity of slipping on and off the flying suit which is worn outside one's other clothing.
In Boston I remember a solicitous friend wished to give me a bag for extra clothing.
"There isn't going to be any," I explained.
That appeared to concern him somewhat―certainly much more than it did me. There
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