I remember those days when we first moved to Huntsville, AL in ‘66, and then to No Cal back in ‘68. We flew back to Texas for at least two Christmases and several summers before Mom and Pop bought the truck and camper. For those flights I (and when my two younger bros were old enough) had on a blue blazer, clip-on tie, light blue button-down long sleeve shirt, khaki slacks, and dress shoes…and we all got off the plane smelling like smoke, too…!!!!!
Mom and Pop didn’t smoke at the time, but, it seemed like everyone else did…!!!!!
For reference…Pop smoked for 12 years, but, quit 3 months before I was born, and never smoked again. Mom has never smoked.
Also, I remember flying on a DC-3, a Lockheed Constellation, and then 707’s after that. All smoke-filled tubes…!!!!!