From the December 1944 magazine.

A Father Looks Through His Son's Eyes

If we non-alcoholics, who have seen this alcoholic disease take possession of one who is dear to us, could change places with the alcoholic and through his eyes get his outlook on life, I believe we would be appalled. If we could feel ourselves slipping away from everything that to us seems worthwhile--if we had become dishonest--if we had come to lying and cheating and stealing; if, as from afar through the haze, we could see our lives disintegrating, although those nearest and dearest to us tried to plead and reason, tried to save us--and steadily, unrelentingly, the mist thickened into...

-- Bill S.'s father, Wally