From the July 1952 magazine.

Whisky Bottle Blues

A Fine Lullaby!

"Dear God, Please help me!"

That was the feeble prayer I uttered. . .as simple and pitiful as that, but it was answered and I was started on a new road of life. Do you know why I was emitting such a childish prayer to our Maker? I will tell you why. I am an alcoholic; an ex-drunk. . .but an alcoholic. I cannot take a single snifter of any alcoholic beverage. That I learned the hard way, but thank God, I learned it before it was too late. A woman drunk is the worst kind of a drunk and a mother who is a drunk is worse than that.

-- M. Y.

Aurora, Illinois

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