A delightful book of reminiscences about the earliest days of aviation by men now in their seventies, eighties, and nineties. The legends are alive and stalking these pages, as Lindbergh, Glenn Curtiss, Amelia Earhart, Glenn L. Martin, Elinor Smith, Lincoln Beachey, and Baron von Richthofen put in some flying time or just stop by. Typical comments are those by the brothers Will and Henry Newell, who formed their own Aero Club of Long Island in 1908 and built their own powered-flight airplane which had to fly without a motor since they couldn't afford one. Then it got so big they couldn't get it out of their attic, and the best it ever did was a 20-foot glide on a golf course as they pulled it by hand. Their mother finally put her foot down, insisting, ""If you go up in that plane, you won't go to college."" James McMillen, the first English-speaking member of the Lafayette Escadrille, identifies his main fear as '""Walking to the plane. Once you got in you didn't think it would happen to you."" When the Escadrille's greatest ace, Raoul Lufbery, leaps chuteless to his death, he lands in a French garden and villagers cover his corpse with spring flowers. So it goes with parachutists, barnstormers, stuntmen, daredevils, mechanics--29 tape-recorded pioneers including women breaking endurance records. Glorious!