Fly me, Elizabeth. But don't, Mr. Skyjackerman, rip me off up there because if you do I'll zap you in your pathology. Stewardess Rich, author last year of Flying High, has never yet been heisted after ten years but always there's the fear because the sky marshall program hasn't worked and devices like the magnetometer are chancy and body searches can be embarrassing or downright sexually offensive. . . . So here she proposes other means for halting the skywaymanship contagion. The best solution would entail international agreement by all governments that all culprits be classified not as criminals or political exiles (as is now the case) but carriers of ""a mental virus as virulent as any contagious disease"" and be extradited forthwith to the country of departure for treatment. But current ideological disputes and law-and-order sentiments make such agreement next to impossible. . . . So, barring that, the best approach is to get to know your potential skyjacker, most of whom, Ms. Rich believes, are ""compelled to quest for their 'manhood' in the sky,"" a psychological conclusion arrived at via interviews with four (including Raffaele Miniciello of Los Angeles-to-Rome long distance fame) and use of the scanty secondary data available. She also suggests some measure of press censorship is in order. Arey's Sky Pirates (published in February, p. 1283, 1971) is still the best overall treatment of the subject, but Flying Scared should get the attention of both nervous travelers and prospective skyjackers.