To the Editor.—
There you are, flying first class from here to there at some unbelievable altitude and speed. Why first class? Because you know you like first class. It's more comfortable, better serviced, and, being with your wife, you can sit without the intrusion of a stranger. Your wife enjoys talking to strangers; you don't.After two miniatures of your favorite tonic comes a delectable dinner served, as usual, on a doggie dish. Oh, the steak's a little dry—no sauce Bordelaise, and the essence has been soaked up by an underlying sliver of rye bread. Otherwise, the meal is sumptuous—more than you can or dare eat.Of course, it's not like travel used to be when there were no pressurized jets. Then there were trains, and what trains they were! Remember the Capitol Limited, Baltimore to Chicago, but not first rate until the main section was added at Washington—