Group Meetings

A STRANGER sat on the edge of the bubbling fountain in the foyer of the Medical Arts clubrooms on Wabash Avenue in Chicago's Loop. The newcomer, a somewhat bleary looking gent named John D., seemed out of place in the comparatively lavish surroundings. But he was the center of a little cluster of AAs who had just finished their weekly meeting in the clubrooms that the depression had turned into a public meeting hall. They were listening to John's "story."