The Anecdote Bin

LET'S see. . .F.R.Y., Ridgewood, N. J., tells about an alcoholic who dashed into his favorite bar and gasped: "I just made it! That wacky wife of mine found out where I hid my dough, and this morning she went out and blew the whole bankroll on a pile of groceries!". . .S. C., Chappaqua, N.Y., who admits that his thinking has been conditioned somewhat by advertising, observes that if you're drinking more now and enjoying it less, you may have a problem. . . ."A friend of mine," writes J.W., Reading, Pa., "was held up the other night on his way home. He wouldn't have made it if he hadn't been."