ABOVE AND BELOW THE CLOUDS. Harry W Frahm

torso into the bedframe, lift one leg up there, and roll further in there while pulling up the other leg. There, you see it is child’s play. Consequently it must be equally easy to reverse this exercise. Again:

      “IT AIN’T NECESSARILY SO!”

      Turn on your belly, let the legs dangle down until you feel the armrest with your feet, stand on it and step down. Not so fast, because when the legs hang down to find the armrest of the individual down there, most likely being asleep. The head, where the eyes are, is buried up there in the dark, most likely, in a pillow. Not every climber is so lucky to hit this armrest and might wind up on the belly of this unfortunate sleeper down there. Or missing the target altogether. Hanging in midair, literately, between heaven and earth, if that’s the correct expression? Most likely, however, hanging between heaven and ocean, with about seven miles of nothingness amongst those two components.

      After some struggling and peddling, the goal of stability will be reached and this happy soul is on its way to the WC.

      Since no one in his/her right mind would get dressed for such a mission, the following will transpire:

      Whatever people will wear up there, for the night, when one slides over any edge, on his belly, the cloth will get stuck up there and the legs get exposed. Not too bad, if this is an experienced upper bed user. All the others will show legs. In a case of a female, trying to get quietly down from up there, the guy sitting underneath, might get some show at close range, if he is awake, or will be awakened by the stirring. The spectacle will continue, in case this lady is having a flimsy something on. She will walk to the Ladies’ room. (Yes, girls and boys had separate accommodations even with a washroom next to it.) Little dim nightlights along the floor make all gowns see-through garments, impressively!

      Blinded by the bright light in the restroom, stepping into the dark cabin on her way back, she stopped to give her eyes time to get adjusted. For the man she woke up on her way down she looked to him like the “Venus de Milo,” only this one had arms and moved slightly. As soon as she could focus somewhat she moved quickly to her bed. Stepped on the armrest, grabbed inside and swung her leg up at the same time, only to realize a person was in there. A man, to her bewilderment was in there. This one jumped up from the sudden assault, still half asleep:

      “What’s going on?” he mumbled.

      At the same time, she hissed at him:

      “What are you doing there in my bed?”

      A voice next to her head whispered:

      “Lady, your bed is one more further back!”

      It was the man who had enjoyed the show all along. He acted as a rescuer to a lady in distress.

      She whispered an excuse to the man she had so rudely disturbed and a thank-you to her champion. With an elegant motion, like a gymnast, she disappeared into her now correct crib. Only moments later, her savior heard a sobbing, coming from her cubicle. He got up and went close to the drapery and with a low voice inquired if she needed some help. When she showed her face, he could see tears running down her cheeks. He felt a surge of pity for her, only to realize these were the water works from laughing, which she tried unsuccessful to dampen.

      There is another compartment on this airplane, worthy to be mentioned.

      On the lower deck, next to the bar, is a door leading to an additional cargo hold.

      The liquor kits are also stored there, under lock and key. Most important however, an emergency door is also located there, which could be opened from the in- or outside. On the ground, when the airplane is standing still, of course!

      Many captains insisted this door to be operated by each crew member, as part of the emergency briefing. It was not an easy task. This door had the hinges on the bottom and folded outwards, like the back flap on grandpa’s winter long-legged underwear. To stop this door from free falling, a wire was attached connected to a winch with a handle to be cranked for opening and closing this heavy mechanism. The handlebar had to be held firmly with on hand, while the other hand had to release the locking device. A stable position was essential and was achieved by having a leg high up against the wall. No problem for the men! The girls however had to pull up their skirts, to get the leg high enough. Striptease! So the whole crew could check what kind of panties they are wearing. If the leg was not planted in this position, one would fly out with the door, guaranteed! To close this monster again, the handle had to be cranked in the opposite direction. Shallow steps were attached to this sort of a trap door to become a little stairway. In the open position the door reached almost the ground. This exit was many times utilized by the flight engineer. Passengers at the window seats were alarmed when they spotted him walking around there close to the whirling propellers. Some last checks had, sometimes, to be made, before takeoff. This was the only aircraft type, at this time, having this ability. All others had to return to the gate to complete such an undertaking.