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Alcoholics Anonymous Doing Great
Job in Its New Times Sq. Clubhouse
Anonymous has come to Broadway. The organization that has
helped life 12,000 drunks onto the waterwagon, many of them
straight from the gutter, is now established in a new clubhouse
on West 41st street, a few minutes from Times Sq.
It’s the old Knox Memorial, Collegiate Chapel, Reformed
Church of America. Inside, church pews are lined up, and
the Christ looks out over the audience benevolently from
a stained glass window. But here the church similarity ends.
Men and women sit around, waiting for the services to open,
smoking. You look around and see the faces of people you
know – some of them famous people, some of whom have
been on Broadway, in the amusement world in general, for
The reporter’s training urges taking notes, but you
discard that notion, knowing that you must respect their
anonymity. Here is a great actress. If you as much as hinted
at the play in which she had been famous, almost everyone
would know her as well as if you printed the name in boldface
caps. A man behind you speaks in a voice you’d heard
before. Sure enough, he is the famous – rather, once
famous – radio personality. And that man who just
walked in, the one in the Navy officer’s uniform –
you find out later that he is a lieutenant commander, just
back from two years in the Pacific – he is an old
friend, an old newspaper colleague: you had stood at the
bar together many times in the “old days.”
But here, they are all fellow members of AA. Among themselves,
they sometimes drop their anonymity, as your newspaper friend
did when he got up to address the audience a little later.
You know the history of his drinking very well and wonder
how much of it he’ll tell. But he tells it all. And
you say to yourself: if they’re all as honest as he,
they’re honest indeed.
Honesty is the quality that stands out among these people.
For honesty is the approach to their method for curing themselves.
They have a 12-step program. Boiled down, their program
calls upon drunks to admit to themselves first of all that
they are drunks, who can’t handle their liquor. Then
they are advised to analyze their personalities and find
out what made them that way; adjust their personal relations
to normal life; depend upon some power outside of themselves
to help them stay sober; work with other alcoholics, to
help cure the latter and to help stabilize themselves.
This matter of depending on some outside power – that
gets some of them down; that sounds like religious evangelism.
But it isn’t anything of that kind. These are not
religious fanatics or zealots. These are sensible men and
women of the world for the greater part, some of whom had
been much too blasé. They know the score. They’re
hep. They don’t try to tell you what God to worship,
or how – they don’t really care whether you
Proving the latter point is a guy from Bridgeport who gets
up to tell his story. “I never knew anything about
this God business,” he says, “and I don’t
now.” And in his own, quite ungrammatical way, he
tells how he finally caught on to the waterwagon and how
he’s fought to stay on it.
There isn’t anybody around the joint sprouting wings.
The “testimonials” that are given are intended
only to add point to the AA program, to show that it really
works. And there is no doubt that it does.
Social workers speak highly of the AA movement. The section
on neurology and psychiatry of the New York State Medical
Society has run articles in its official journal about the
work of AA. Prominent psychiatrists have given it their
endorsement. And of course religious leaders have blessed
it. All have agreed that AA is the McCoy.
There are more than 300 branches all over the country, about
30 in the N.Y. metropolitan area alone, and a h.q. in Hollywood
too. At the 41st street clubhouse there are billiard rooms
and card rooms, a library and a writing room where members
can relax, good fellowship and all the appurtenances of
any good club – except a bar. For one thing is insisted
upon by AA – don’t come to the club drunk or
with liquor on your breath. AA knows that some of the members
slip some times; these are helped to get back to dryness
again. But they can’t come to the club until they
had actually stopped drinking – no matter how recently.
The steward of the new clubhouse, elected to office only
last Sunday, is an engineer, a man well known in his profession,
who had recently slipped back into drunkenness. But he has
decided to give the AA program another trial; and the organization,
in turn, accepted him for his deserved trial again.
The evening spent with the AA was exhilarating. You wonder:
would these people care to have you talk about their work.
You decide to ask the secretary. A woman nearby, an actress
hears the inquiry. The secretary lets her answer:
for God’s sake, do talk about our work. Show people
will read it in ‘Variety.’ They’ll know
were neither crackpots nor zealots – but just people,
including people from show business, who have licked a hell
of an important personal problem, and want to help others.”
That’s strange talk for a church. But then this isn’t
really a church, not in the ordinary sense. For 12,000 former
drunks, who won’t even shy at that word anymore, this
has been something higher than a church.
Variety, March 28, 1945)