Students Now “Fly” without Leaving Ground (May, 1929)
I’m not sure this would actually help you learn how to fly, but I’ll bet it would be really fun for kids. Someone should make one of these now and hook it up to a flight sim.
Students Now “Fly” without Leaving Ground
ALL the sensations of looping the loop. going into a tail spin, and flying blind through fog are afforded students of the Array Air Corps at Wright Field, Dayton, Ohio, by an ingenious “primer plane” that never leaves the ground. A miniature fuselage, fitted with a propeller, ailerons, elevators, and rudder, is attached to an electrically-operated framework, and in the cockpit a prospective pilot does his first “flying” in safety.
Plane on Motor Car is Short Cut to Flying (Oct, 1933)
This looks like it would be a lot of fun.
Plane on Motor Car is Short Cut to Flying
Student Learns in Safety to Control His Craft and Maneuver It as Though Actually in the Air
So that a student pilot may learn the feel of the controls of a glider or airplane before he risks his first solo flight, a foolproof training machine has been designed by a Beaver Falls., Pa., inventor. Seated in the cockpit of a captive plane, the pilot may send his craft through the maneuvers of diving, banking, and zooming; but the worst that can befall him if he should crash is a gentle bump on rubber-padded cushions. For a training lesson, an instructor takes his place at the wheel of a motor truck that carries the machine, and starts it across the airport field.
Count Ten and Then Pull String in Leap from Plane (Oct, 1924)
The first page doesn’t really seem to have anything to do with the article, but it looks like a pretty cool show.
Count Ten and Then Pull String in Leap from Plane
Two thousand feet in the air, a man in a heavy canvas flying; suit crawls from the cockpit and edges his way along the wing of an airplane. Harnessed to his chest and back are two bulky packs. He nears the end of the wing, steadies himself a moment as he rises upright, waves one hand at the pilot, then calmly steps backward into space. As the body plunges downward his lips move rapidly, framing the words: One, two, three, four, five, six. seven, eight, nine, ten! At ten he jerks a cord at his shoulder and out of the packs billows a great silk parachute. As it tills with air, the speed of the falling man slackens, until finally he is drifting slowly downward for a safe landing.