1926:
Bill W., “in high glee, all dressed up in his neatly pressed old suit,” went
“to interview the president of the American Writing Paper Co.”
[right: American Writing Paper Co. cylinder machine, 1936–7]
He and Frank Shaw—the only Wall Street associate still willing to finance
Bill’s valuation services—had developed a strong interest in the company,
then in receivership. The day before, Bill and Lois had ridden their
motorcycle
[left: Lois on the Harley, 1925]
to Holyoke, Massachusetts, where the company's headquarters and 13 of its
23 original rag paper mills were located. They set up camp and had Bill’s
suit pressed.
In a note added in 1973 to her diary of their trip, Diary of Two Motorcycle Hobos, Lois wrote:
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Upon our return from Holyoke, Frank was so pleased with Bill’s report on the American Writing Paper Co. That [sic] he gave Bill a regular weekly salary of $50 [~$940 in 2026], as well as options on stock. This permitted us to feel secure enough financially to buy a second-hand car, in which it would be much easier to make the extended trips for Bill’s work. So in early October we left Brooklyn for Vermont and parts north, in our new-to-us 1924 Dodge [right: 1924 Dodge touring car], for which we paid $250 [~$4,700 in 2026].
1934: Edwin “Ebby” T. [left, c. 1920] appeared in court [near right: court record] for shooting pigeons with a shotgun, believing the birds would ruin the
new paint job on his house
[below, left: Dunean House, 110 Taconic Rd, Manchester, Vermont, early
1900s (built in 1910)]. Judge Collins Graves [far right, c. 1910–15] sent him home for the weekend, ordering him to return to court on Monday,
and warning him to arrive sober.
Back at home, there were three or four bottles of Ebby’s favorite beer,
Ballantine’s Ale, waiting for him in a cool cellar. Something unexpected
happened when he got home:So down I went [into the cellar], and I reached for a bottle of ale, and I couldn’t take it. I had said I would be there sober, and this wouldn’t exactly be sobriety. I went upstairs and this voice said, “Oh, don’t be silly. Go down and get that ale. My God, you’re shaking. Go on down and get it.” Well, I couldn’t do it. It wasn’t playing the game square, the way I looked at it. And when I finally made the decision not to touch it and took it over to a friend of mine, three or four houses away, I felt right then a great release from the whole thing. And that lasted for me for over two years. That was the start of the whole release from the problem for the time being.
This marked the beginning of Ebby’s first sustained period of sobriety—one that lasted long enough for him to introduce Bill W. to certain new ideas about getting and staying sober.
Around the same time, during a visit to Rowland Hazard [left, 1920] in Bennington, Vermont, Cebra Graves [near right, c. 1930], son of Judge Graves, learned that Ebby was facing criminal charges and the possibility of commitment to the Brattleboro Retreat (formerly the Vermont Asylum for the Insane) [far right, c. 1927] because of his drinking problem. Cebra and Rowland decided to take Ebby on as a “project.” They attended Ebby’s trial and persuaded Judge Graves to release Ebby into their custody. That fall, despite having just met him, Rowland brought Ebby to New York City, where he sobered up with the help of the Oxford Group at Calvary Mission.
1936: Upon returning from the Olympic Games in Germany, where he had met with
Heinrich Himmler, Frank Buchman
[left, January 1936], founder of the Oxford Group (OG), held a press conference at Calvary
House. While nearly all the journalists filed routine stories, William A.
H. Birnie, a reporter for the afternoon paper
New York World‑Telegram
[right: front page, 5 Aug 1936] , arrived late and requested a special interview. In the presence of
several colleagues, Buchman answered the reporter’s questions. At the
time, the exchange seemed inconsequential—but it would soon lead to a
public relations disaster for the OG.



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