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29. Now We Are Thousands

      WHEN this book appeared in April 1939 there were approximately 100 A.A. members. Two thirds of them were at Akron, Ohio, or nearby communities in the northern part of that state. Most of the remainder were in or near New York City and a few others were scattered along the Atlantic Seaboard. The work had

28. The Rolling Stone

      AFTER the breaking up of our home, my Father went west and took up his work and became fairly successful.  Then it was decided that I should be sent to a preparatory school so to a midwestern school I was sent. It didn’t last long for I got into a jam and left.  I went

27. An Artist’s Concept

“There is a principle which is a bar against all information, which is proof against all arguments and which can not fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance-that principle is contempt prior to investigation.”-HERBERT SPENCER“       THE above quotation is descriptive of the mental attitudes of many alcoholics when the subject of religion, as a

26. An Alcoholic’s Wife

      I HAVE the misfortune, or I should say the good fortune of being an alcoholic’s wife. I say misfortune because of the worry and grief that goes with drinking, and good fortune because we found a new way of living.  My husband did not drink, to my knowledge, for several years after we were married.

25. On His Way

      IN EARLY youth I believe I had some of the tendencies which lead to alcoholism. I refer to attempted escapes from reality.  At fifteen and sixteen, although free at home to drink small amounts of beer and wine, I drank considerable quantities of stronger liquors at school and other places. Not enough to cause serious

24. Hindsight

      FIRED! Still, I got a new and better job. One which gave me more time to relax and where drinking was permitted during working hours. People were beginning to criticize my drinking habits and I scoffed at them. Hadn’t I earned ten thousand dollars that year? And wasn’t this the middle of the depression? Who

23. The Car Smasher

      DURING the first week of March, 1937, through the grace of God, I ended 20 years of a life made practically useless because I could not do two things.  First, I was unable to not take a drink.  Second, I was unable to take a drink without getting drunk.  Perhaps a third as important as

22. Another Prodigal Story

“HELLO, Pal.”  “Hello, Buddy!”  “Have a drink?”  “Got one!”  “Come over on the next stool I’m lonesome. Hell of a world.”  “You said it, brother,-hell of a world.”  “You taking rye? Mine’s gin. God, I’m up against it now!”  “How’s ‘at?”  “Oh, same old hell-hell-hell. She’s going to leave me now!”  “Your wife?”  “Yeah. How

21. Educated Agnostic

      WHY go into the drinking pattern that is so much the same with all of us? Three times I had left the hospital with hope that I was saying goodbye forever. And here I was again.  The first day there I told the kindly doctor that I was a thoroughly hopeless case and would probably

20. A Close Shave

      THE year 1890 witnessed my advent as the youngest of five sons to a fine Christian mother and a hard working blacksmith father. At the age of eight my father used to send me after his pail of beer and it was by lapping the foam off the beer that I first discovered that the