An ex-colleague started his airline days on the DC7C for BOAC. Often they would fly from Prestwick to Gander to cross the pond.
The crew would decide when to meet for breakfast at a high quality hotel nearby. Then, once everyone was ready, the Captain would ask if everyone was ready to go, before they all boarded the bus to operations.
At the crew brief, all would stand up when the Captain entered and all would call him 'Sir'.
Only when he was absolutely happy would they proceed to the aircraft after a short customs check. Then the aeroplane would be inspected; again, the Captain would tell the manager when he was ready for passengers.
In flight, passengers were treated to high quality silver service meals and would be treated like royalty!
Contrast this with the current era of dimwitted jobsworths treating airline crews like dirt, ex-biscuit salesmen runnign airlines and scruffy, ill-mannered lo-co travel-dross being harangued in fractured English by minimally trained cabin staff. And if they're stupid enough to travel on Mikey-the-Pikey's horrible little airline, incessant PAs encouraging them to spend more money on rubbish... "Belt signs are off - you vant buy scratchcard?".
Even Business Class UK-Germany travel isn't as good as charter flights to Spain were in the late 1960s!