YOU CAN QUIT ALCOHOL
you have a problem with alcohol, this may be one of the most important books you
have ever read. It will show you the problems and dangers in drinking liquor.
But more important, it will give you unusually complete information on how to
fact, you will find more worthwhile information on how to quit in this
book—than in most any other single book you can purchase at any price.
is not difficult to become an alcoholic. Just keep drinking, and in the course
of time you are very likely to become one.
only way out is to quit. But—first—you must want to stop. While living in
Illinois, we had a friend who was so affable that the entire farm community
liked him. But he was also an alcoholic. Once we had a long talk together with
him, and he explained that he would rather keep drinking. He said he liked
and he liked getting drunk. .
years of drinking alcohol had weakened certain internal organs, and about a
year after that conversation we buried him. Yet he was only in his early
forties and had a fine wife and several sweet children. FIRST, you must want to
stop. You are tired of drinking, and you are tired of all the trouble it keeps
bringing into your life. Yes, you may have problems —but alcohol is the
biggest one, and the cause of most of the others. You know it. You admit it. You
are ready now to break with it.
you are going to read this booklet all the way to the end—and carry your
decision through. There is help in this little book; help that you need just
now.— Vance Ferrell
MAKING DECISIONS: TRUE EXPERIENCES
'Stop, I need your help!'
was in Detroit, Michigan, several years ago.
was early evening and I was about to walk into the building where I was holding
revival meetings. A man walked up to me and said, 'Are you Mr. Finney?'
'Yes,' I replied.
when you get through tonight, —will you come home with me. I need to talk to
you. ' " 'All right, I will. You wait for me. ' I walked inside—and some
of the men stopped me.
'What does the man want?"
He wants me to go home with him after the meeting tonight. "
'Don't do it. He's known to be dangerous. '
I’m sorry, but I promised and I shall go with him.'
"When the service was over that
evening, I went with the man three blocks down the street and then into an
alley, and stopped. The man unlocked the door and said', 'Come in.' Walking into
the room, I found the man locking the door behind me, and then reaching into his
pocket he pulled out a revolver and held it in his hand.
'I don't intend to do you any harm,' he said. 'I just want to ask you a few
questions. Did you mean what you said in your sermon last night?'
'What did I say? I have forgotten. '
'You said, 'The blood of Jesus Christ cleanses us from all sin.'
'Yes, God says so. '
he said to me, 'You see this revolver? It has killed four people. It is mine.
Two of them were killed by me, two of them by my bartender in a brawl in my
saloon. Is there hope for a man like me?'
'Yes. The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin. Christ can forgive
you and help you obey the Commandments of God. '
the man said, 'Brother Finney, another question. In the back of this partition
is a saloon. I own it, everything in it. We'll sell every kind of liquor to
anybody who comes along. Many times I have taken the last penny out of a man's
pocket, letting his wife and children go hungry. Many times women have brought
their babies here and pled with me not to sell any more booze to their husbands,
but I have driven them out and kept on with the whiskey selling. Is there hope
for a man like me?'
'God says, "The blood of Jesus Christ His Son, cleanseth us from all
sin." [1 John 1:7].
'Another question, brother Finney. In back of this other partition is a gambling
joint and it is as crooked as sin and Satan. There isn't a decent wheel in the
whole place. It is all loaded and crooked. A man leaves the saloon with some
money left in his pocket, and we take his money away from him in our gambling
hall. Men have gone out of that gambling den to commit suicide when their money,
and perhaps entrusted funds, were all gone. Is there any hope for a man like
'God says, "The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin.'
'One more question, and I will let you go. When you walk out of this alley you
turn to the right and you'll see a brown-stone house. It is my home. I own it.
My wife is there, and my eleven-year old child, Margaret. Thirteen years ago I
went to New York on business. I met a beautiful girl. I lied to her. I told her
I was a stockbroker, and she married me. " 'I brought her here, and when
she found out my business it broke her heart. I have made life a hell on earth
for her. I have come home drunk, beaten her, locked her out, made her life more
miserable than that of any brute beast. About a month ago I went home one night
drunk, mean, miserable. My wife got in the way some how, and I started beating
her. My daughter threw herself between us. I slapped that girl across the face
and knocked her against a red-hot stove. Her arm is burned from shoulder to
wrist. It will never look like anything decent. Brother Finney, is there hope
for a man like me?'
took hold of the man's shoulders, shook him, and said, 'Oh, son, what a black
story you have to tell! But God says, 'The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son,
cleanseth us from all sin!'
man saw it. He looked at me a long moment and then said, 'Thank you, Brother
Finney. Thank you very much. Now I know. Pray for me. I am coming to church
tomorrow night. And I am going to do some changing.'
left that back room and went home. The next morning, about seven o'clock, the
saloon man finally got finished with his business at his office and leaving it
headed across the street to his home. His necktie was awry. His face was dusty,
sweaty, and tearstained. He was shaking as though he were drunk.
let's go back to that room. That night he had taken the swivel chair in the
office and smashed the mirror, the fireplace, the desk and the other chairs. He
had smashed the partition on each side. Every bottle and barrel and bar mirror
in that saloon was shattered and broken up. The sawdust was swimming ankle deep
in a terrible mixture of beer, gin, whiskey, and wine. The stench that rose from
that rotten mess was terrific. In the gambling establishment on the other side
the tables were smashed. The dice and cards smoldered in the fireplace.
then he had cried for hours there alone on his knees with God.
so with it all over, he staggered across the street as the sun arose, walked up
the stairs of his home, and sat down heavily in the chair of his room. His wife
called the little girl, 'Maggie, run upstairs and tell daddy breakfast is
ready.' The girl walked slowly up the stairs. Half afraid, she stood in the door
and said, 'Daddy, Mamma said breakfast was ready; to come down.'
'Maggie, darling, daddy doesn't want any breakfast. ' "That little girl
didn't walk; she just flew down those stairs. 'Mamma, daddy said, "Maggie,
darling, and he didn't—.' "Maggie, you didn't understand. You go back
upstairs and tell daddy to come down.' Maggie went back upstairs with the mother
following her. The man looked up as he heard the child's step, spread his knees
and said, 'Maggie, come here.'
frightened, in a tremble, the little girl walked slowly up to him. He began
crying as he lifted her up, placed her on his knee, pressed his face against her
chest and wept. The wife, standing in the door, didn't know what had happened.
After awhile he noticed her standing there and said, 'Wife, come here.'
sat her on his other knee, threw his large arms around those two whom he loved,
whom he had so fearfully abused, lowered his face between them, and sobbed until
the room almost shook with the impact of his feelings.
some minutes be began to control himself, looked up into the faces of his wife
and girl, and said to them:
'Wife and daughter,—you needn't ever be afraid of me any more. God has brought
you a new man, a new daddy home today.'
same night that man, his wife, and child, walked down the aisle of the church,
gave their hearts to Christ and joined the church. He spent the remainder of
his life trying to help other people. Many were the young people that he warned
to flee from liquor and cigarettes and gambling—for he well knew the terrible
hole that they would bring a man into." —Charles G. Finney.
was at the top of my career. It happened in 1940. That was the year I won the
'most valuable player in American baseball' award. I was getting a salary of
$40,000.00 a year at the time. But I started to drink heavily. I began arguing
with my manager, Joe McCarthy, and with the rest of the players. Then things
began to happen.
spent the winter in taprooms. When spring training rolled around I was 20 pounds
overweight. (Don't let them tell you that liquor takes off the pounds—it adds
them.) I couldn't stop drinking. I couldn't hit. That year most experts figured
I'd break Babe Ruth's record. But I ended up hitting only 13 home runs.
was suspended before the season was over. I drank more than ever. I got booted
from one minor league club to another. I worked at odd jobs. Spent all of my
money, most of it in bar rooms. Finally I got sick. While I was recuperating in
that hospital, I had a lot of time to think.
are kids in and out of baseball who imagine that because they have talent they
have the world by the tail. It isn't so. In life you need things like good
advice and common sense. Don't be so big that you can't accept advice. And if
you've gotten into liquor, be willing to let someone tell you how to get out.
Wilson, in the Chicago Daily News.
tried to drink with extreme moderation, because I knew that alcohol is the
worst poison a man can take into his system,—but I found out that it was an
impossibility to drink moderately.
fact that I indulged at all compelled me to drink on every occasion it was
offered, or be considered absurd by my associates.
that reason, because moderate drinking is an absolute impossibility, I became an
absolute teetotaler—a crank, if you please. I will not allow it in my house.
a man can say, 'I never drink,' he never has to drink, is never urged to drink,
never offends by not drinking. —Just tell them, 'I never drink. '
fact is that the hard drinker was once a moderate drinker, and the chances are
all against the moderate drinker remaining such. —And I,—well, I, for one,
don't propose to take such a chance." —General Frederick D. Grant, son of
President U.S. Grant.
is why I will never drink: 1. God never made a human being who in a normal state
needs alcohol. 2. God never made a human being strong enough to begin the use of
alcohol and be sure that he would not become its victim. 3. God never fixed a
day in a human life after which it is safe to begin the use of intoxicating
William Jennings Bryan.
the office of a well-known businessman in New York City, I found a placard
nailed to a desk. Surprised at this, I read it:
or Whisky The Babes or the Bottles HEAVEN OR HELL "Seeing what I was
reading, the businessman, quite successful in his work, explained: " 'I
wrote that myself. Sometime back I found myself falling into the habit of
drinking. It was just an occasional glass with a friend. Soon my stomach got
bad, my faculties became dulled, and a constant craving for stimulants dominated
me. I saw tears in my wife's eyes and wonder on the faces of my children. One
day I sat down and wrote that card and then looked at it. And the more I looked
at it, the awful message that it contained burst on me. So I nailed it there and
read it several times each day. I went home sober that night, and have not
touched a drop ever since.
'It was all a matter of what was most important in my life. Once I had settled
that in my mind, all the rest fell into place. And my decision was made. "
fatal accident, involving the lives of four young people, took place upon one of
the nation's highways. The evidence that liquor was the culprit was found in the
broken whisky bottles among the debris and mangled bodies of the four youthful
victims. The father of one of the girls in frenzied anguish over the tragic
death of his beautiful daughter threatened to kill the one who had provided
the four young people with liquor. That evening he went to the shelf in his
bedroom where he kept his own supply of choice beverages, and there found a note
written in his daughter's handwriting, 'Dad, we're taking along some of your
good liquor—I know you won't mind.' That was the last thing she had ever
written. " —James Kingman.
of the finest things that could have happened to the brewing industry was the
insistence by high-ranking Army officers to make beer available at Army camps. .
Here is a chance for brewers to cultivate a taste for beer in millions of
young men who will eventually constitute the largest beer-consuming section of
our population. " — The Brewer s Digest.
worker who was fond of beer told his wife and child one morning of a dream he
had had. He had seen four rats. The first was large, fat, and sleek; two were
very, very thin; and the last was blind. Neither he nor his wife could find any
explanation for the dream, but they were uneasy, having heard that rats brought
little boy, however, had an idea.
'The big fat one, Daddy, was the tavern keeper on the comer who gets all your
money. The two thin rats are mother and me. And you are the blind one.' "
—From a French newspaper article, Montreal, Canada.
Ruth was offered a good sum of money if he would permit a photographer to take
his picture with a bottle of beer in his hand, for a national advertising
Babe said quietly: 'No, I have autographed too many baseballs for boys who have
trusted in me. I will do nothing to help advertise the sale of beer—by my
actions or my picture. Those boys see me as a hero, and I'll not do anything to
lessen their esteem of me.' " —Bob Appleton, in the Los Angeles Times.
am against alcohol: —Because I have known unborn babes to be cursed through
booze; little children to starve because of booze; young people to be stunted
for life through booze; gifted women to become imbeciles through booze; leaders
in industry to become beggars in the street because of booze; wedding rings to
be sold for booze; fortunes to be squandered for booze; girls to become
prostitutes through booze; boys to become criminals through booze; women to be
hanged because of booze; men to go to the electric chair because of booze!"
put alcohol in the human system is like putting sand in the bearings of an
engine. " —Thomas A. Edison.
one has said that alcohol will remove stains from summer clothes. This may be
true, but stains from summer clothes are not the only things alcohol will
will remove the stain all right, but it will remove the summer clothes as well.
And it will remove the spring clothes and the autumn clothes and winter clothes.
will not only do this for the man who drinks it, but it will also do it for all
those for whom he is responsible.
will remove good food from the dinner table, and shoes from the baby's feet.
will remove happiness from the home, and then remove the possibility of its ever
will remove smiles from the faces of those you love, and laughter from the lips
of your innocent children, and warm clothing from their backs.
alcohol is a great remover! It can remove more things than most anything else.
"—And while there is still time, just now, remove it
from your life. You'll always be thankful that you did. "
'I'm sixteen, and have made up my mind not to drink, but people make it very
hard for me to refuse. . They keep on insisting and pressing, and some get
scornful and angry if I say, "I'm sorry, I'd rather have an
orangeade." What's the best way to refuse?
-M: No need to say, 'I'm sorry.' You invite them to persuade you if you sound
apologetic. All that is necessary is a 'Thank you; I only take soft drinks. Hit
the knack of being proud and glad and grateful for being able to hold on to your
standards. I know you can do it. Stick to it."
Temple, in her newspaper feature, "Human Case Book, " in the London
Charrington was the young heir of Charrington, Head and Co., the large
international London-based brewery.
day on the street, he saw a woman with her little girl go into a bar and plead
with her husband for some money. The children were crying for bread. His reply
was to knock her and the child down. Looking up, Charrington saw his name,
"Charrington," emblazoned in gold on the barroom door. 'I can't stay
with liquor!' he said, and gave up a million and a quarter dollars brewery
inheritance." —Aberdeen Express.
traveler in Scotland found in a fisherman's home a striking picture of the
'How did you obtain possession of this picture?' he asked the man who lived
there. All about him he saw signs of a happy home, and he was surprised at the
first words he heard in reply.
'I was a great drinker and spent a lot of time in the pubs. One night I was way
down with the drink and stumbled into a pub. —And there hung His picture! It
made me sober in an instant.
said to the bartender: 'Sell me that picture; this is no place for the Saviour.'
I gave him all the money I had in my pocket and took it home. I dropped on my
knees and cried, '0 Lord Jesus, pick me up again! Pick me up again out of my
'That prayer was answered and today I am the happiest man in the village.'
'But didn't you have a struggle to give it up?'
'When the heart is open to the Saviour, He can take out of it the love of drink.
It is crying to Christ and clinging to Christ that makes all the difference.'
— Chappel Clovis