阅读理解。 I began working in journalism when I was eight. It was my mother"s ide
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something" of myself, and decided I had better start young if I was to have any chance of keeping up
with the competition.
With my load of ma
gazines I headed toward Belleville Avenue. The crowds were there. There weretwo gas stations on the corner of Belleville and Union. For several hours I made myself highly visible,
making sure everyone could see me and the heavy black letters on the bag that said THE SATURDAY
EVENING POST. When it was supper time, I walked back home.
"How many did you sell, my boy?" my mother asked.
"None."
"Where did you go?"
"The corner of Belleville and Union Avenues."
"What did you do?"
"Stood on the corner waiting for somebody to buy a Saturday Evening Post."
"You just stood there?"
"Didn"t sell a single one."
"My God, Russell!"
Uncle Allen put in, "Well, I"ve decided to take the Post." I handed him a copy and he paid me a
nickle(五分镍币). It was the first nickle I earned.
Afterwards my mother taught me how to be a salesman. I would have to ring doorbells, address
adults with self-confidence, and persuade them by saying that no one, no matter how poor, could afford
to be without the Saturday Evening Post in the home.
One day, I told my mother I"d changed my
mind. I didn"t want to make a success in the magazinebusiness.
"If you think you can change your mind like this," she replied, "you"ll become a good-for-nothing."
She insisted that, as soon as school was over, I should start ringing doorbells, selling magazines. Whenever I said no, she would scold me.
My mother and I had fought this battle almost as long as I could remember. My mother, dissatisfied
with my father"s plain workman"s life, determined that I would not grow up like him and his people. But
never did she expect that, forty years later, such a successful journalist as me would go back to her
husband"s people for true life and love.
1．Why did the boy start his job young?
B．The job was quite easy for him.
C．His mother had high hopes for him.
D．The competition for the job was fierce.
B．interested
C．ashamed
D．disappointed
B．She punished him.
C．She gave him some money.
D．She changed her plan.
B．the arguing between the boy and his mother
C．the quarrel between the boy and his customers
D．the fight between the boy and his father
B．The early success of a journalist.
C．The happy childhood of the writer.
D．The important role of the writer in his family.
答案
举一反三
work in his house.
The young man liked laughing a lot. He nailed the servant"s shoes to the floor on Monday, and
then laughed, because he put his feet in them and fell down.
The servant was not angry, but smiled. Then the young man put brushes in his bed on Tuesday.
The servant got into bed and hit the brushes with his feet. He was afraid. The young man laughed
loudly again. Again the servant was not angry, but smiled.
Then on Wednesday the young man said to his servant, "You"re a nice, kind man. I am not going
to be unkind to you again."
The servant smiled and said, "And I"m not going to put any more mud from the street in your coffee."
B. to work
C. to see his relative
D. to spend his holiday
B. he was not satisfied with the food the servant prepared for him
C. he wanted to get pleasure
D. he liked to show off himself
B. making the young man laugh is his job
C. he was afraid to be fired
D. he thought he shouldn"t be angry with a child
ng man? B. He gave a smile to the young man.
C. He had a fight with him.
D. He put mud into the young man"s coffee.
B. Because the servant told him the truth
C. Because he wanted to be a good man
D. Because his father tol
d him to do so My husband and I insisted that our children were old enough to clean their rooms and make
their beds. But they thought 1 . My complaints, even self-justified(自有道理) 2 , were always
landing on 3 ears. Very often a whole hour"s scolding would end with their 4 into tears. I felt
very frustrated. I realized I needed to 5 my method of "mothering".
One day when they were at school, I spent some time tidying their rooms. On their desks, in
plain 6 , I left the cards: "Dear Bill(the other card was 7 to Sarah), your room was messy
this morning and I"m sure you like it clean. Love, the Room Fairy." 8 arriving back, the children
were 9 excited to receive the little note from the Room Fairy. The next day, their rooms were
fairly tidy. Sure enough, there was another note from the Room Fairy 10 for them, thanking them
for their nice "gift" of a clean room and 11 asking them to play a certain violin 12 . Each day,
thank-you notes would be written differently to keep the ideas 13 .
Sometimes the Room Fairy would propose a little 14 : "If you can finish your homework and
go over your lessons before dinner, I"d like to watch a particular television program with you tonight."
Sometimes some colored markers or other little items would be left in 15 of well-done jobs the
day 16
17 I can"t remember how long "the Room Fairy" continued leaving her love notes. When they
were age appropriate, we used various versions of Post-Its (贴条). The bathroom mirror became
the 18 centre of our home. Appointments, notices about visiting relatives, lesson schedules, and
changes in plans could be 19 .
all benefited from and 20 the idea of sharing reminders and daily details of life through notes.
I believe the true advantage of the Room Fairy notes survives in our frequent and enjoyable
communication.
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| Bill Trew worked on the night shift(夜班) in an old coal mine called Park Deep. Day and night 180 miners worked underground there, more than 6,00 feet 1 .They all took their 2 of night work, but Bill always worked at night. he said he 3 it. One day he came home as usual at half past seven in the morning. He had his "Supper", 4 he called it, and went to bed. An 5 dream troubled his sleep. 6 , the only thing he remembered about it was- a throbbing(跳动) blue light. Bill got up in the afternoon as usual. It was a 7 getting up-because he could still see the blue light in front of his eyes. As the evening 8 darker, the light grew stronger. Bill got ready for the night shift. But by 8 o"clock the blue light was so bright that he could 9 see anything else. He and his wife were very puzzled. Bill had never been 10 before. "Don"t go to work,"Mrs.Trew said. "If it isn"t better 11 tomorrow, I"ll have to send for the doctor." Bill didn"t go to work. He sat in an armchair, 12 but with closed eyes. 13 then the blueness was like a living thing. It surrounded him, silent, throbbing. The family went to bed but Bill wasn"t 14 : he stayed in his armchair. At 11 o"clock a long, loud explosion(爆炸) 15 the ground. Bill opened his eyes and 16 to his feet. The blue light was 17 ! He rushed outside. Someone shouted, "Gas! gas in Park Deep! Oh pity the night shift!" The gas explosion killed 179 men in Park Deep. The mine was destroyed 18 .Bill Trew has never 19 wondering. The blue light: why did it make him the only man 20 for work that night? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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