Charles R.Drew was a medical student at Columbia University in New York.Before he graduated, he wrote an article 1 blood bank, that is, the storing of blood.Up till then, a lot of people had died from loss of blood 2 there was no blood bank.
When the United States entered the Second World War, it became 3 to set up blood banks.Dr Drew became 4 of the Red Cross’s first blood bank.When the Red Cross 5 blood banks to collect and store blood for men 6 in battle, black American gave blood along with the whites.At 7 their blood was not accepted.Later blood from the blacks was 8 but was stored in a 9 place from “white” blood.Although the best doctors 10 that there was 11 difference at all between the blood of blacks and whites, the Red Cross, with the support of the government, 12 to separate black blood from white blood.
After the war, Dr Drew was 13 from Washington with three other doctors to attend a medical meeting in a southern state.In northern Carolina their car went 14 a ditch(深沟)and Dr Drew was 15 hurt.He had lost 16 blood by the time a passing car took him to the 17 hospital.But they were stopped at the gate of the hospital.“ 18 him to the hospital for blacks.” No matter 19 they said, they could not get into the hospital.They had to take him to the 20 hospital, but on the way Dr Drew died because he had lost too much blood.
As my wife greeted me one evening, her voice came through the door,“Guess what?”
I always take a deep 1 on this very leading question.“What?”I asked.
“I just won a sales contest at work and the 2 is dinner for two at the new fancy restaurant down by the river-front!”
She was so 3 .We knew the restaurant was extremely good.“See?I told you there would be a 4 for me to wear my new spring outfit,”she shyly reminded me.
“ 5 can play at that game,”I responded.“I will wear my gray suit, my Borsalino imported straw hat and a new silk tie.We will be well 6 .”
It was early 7 and nearing dusk as the waiter took us to a table by a window, with a(n) 8 of the river.And the table was 9 set, with a smoke-gray tablecloth and bright colored napkins.
A delicious meal 10 in such an atmosphere should be remembered a long time.As it 11 , this will probably never be forgotten.
As the shadows lengthened, the 12 rocking by the riverbank, I murmured,“Why not take a walk?”
Hand in hand, we walked by the stores.People smiled and nodded.“I 13 realized there were so many 14 people as we have seen this evening, dear,”I observed.
“Probably your new straw hat or your 15 ,”she said.
After receiving many smiles, we 16 ourselves back at the restaurant, looking at ourselves in the 17 .It was then that I saw the 18 for all the smiles.
Caught in the fly of my trousers and 19 down for all to see was a bright red 20 from the restaurant!
When I was a little girl, every Sunday my family of six would put on our best clothes and go to Sunday School and then church.The 1 in elementary school would all meet together to sing songs, and then later divide into 2 based on their ages.
One Easter Sunday, all the kids 3 with big eyes and big 4 about what the Easter Bunny(复活节小兔)had brought. 5 all of the kids shared their stories with 6 , one young boy , whom I shall call Bobby, sat 7 .One of the teachers , noticing this, said to him, “And what did the Easter Bunny 8 you?”He replied, “My mom 9 the door by accident so the Easter Bunny couldn't get 10 because he hadn't got a key.”
This sounded like a 11 idea to all of us kids, so we kept on going with the stories.My mom knew the true story, 12 .Bobby's mom was a single parent , and she suspected(怀疑)that they just couldn't 13 the Easter Bunny.
After Sunday School was over, everyone went off to 14 .But my mom announced that we were going home 15 .At home, she explained that to make Bobby feel 16 , we were going to pretend(假装)to be the Easter Bunny , make a basket of our candies for him and 17 it at church.We all donated(捐赠)some to the basket, and 18 back to church.There, mom hung the basket over the hanger(挂钩)and attached(附上)a(n) 19 :
Dear Bobby,
I'm sorry I 20 your house last night.Happy Easter.