Purely as an accident of timing, we have found it necessary to come up here to 475 miles, and as a casual byproduct, John and I now hold the world’s altitude record. I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry, when I think of all the pioneer aviators who have aspired to this record and who have put their reputations, money, and lives into seeking it, and now John and I are handed it on a platter.
