Word: forte
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Once the ice was broken at the Fort Worth session, the answers to the visitor's "What do you do?'' came fast and even flippantly...
...freckle-faced girl, aged 15, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment, swallowed and asked quietly: "What if someone comes home, and he starts tearing things up and kicking you around? What do you do?" Her thinly veiled hypothetical question, raised last week at a meeting in the basement of a Fort Worth church, was a stranger's standard approach. But to the 14 other teen-agers on hand it proved conclusively that the shy questioner shared with them a familiar and shattering problem: alcoholic parents...
...small Fort Worth group, which has been meeting weekly since last November, is typical in membership, questions and answers of one of the least-known but fastest-growing teen-age organizations in the U.S. It is called Alateen. Founded in 1957 in Pasadena, Calif. by the high-school-aged son of an alcoholic, Alateen now numbers 65 chapters in the U.S., three in Canada, two in Australia; 50 more are being organized in the U.S. Membership in each group averages ten boys and girls whose adolescence is scarred, often literally, by an alcoholic parent. The youngsters range from...
...their study is not aimed at helping them to help a drinking parent to reform or even find his way to AA. That is a job for the alcoholic himself. Alateens seek an understanding of the problem and a way to live with it. "When it works," explained a Fort Worth adult counselor, "they quit trying to change the things they can't change, quit trying to make their daddies stop drinking, quit fussing and feeling sorry for themselves...
...blood of a five-year-old Hindu rajah, the local British puppet. Any minute the walls may fall, and to make matters worse, Delhi cables a command: get the boy to Kalapur, and get him there fast. But 300 miles of rebel-infested territory lie between the fort and Kalapur, and in crossing it a rescue party would stand about as much chance as a moth in a monsoon-unless, of course, the party is accompanied by an ingenious scriptwriter (Robin Estridge) with a trunk full of assorted jaws of death, nicks of time, hair's breadths, fell swoops...