Two men started a fight in a street.The big man hit the little man 1 ,and the little man fell down on the ground.Then the 2 man saw a policeman coming along the street.He hid himself in a shop.The policeman looked down 3 the man on the ground,but the little man did not move.A taxi was coming along the street and the policeman 4 it.Then he put the man into the back seat of the car.
“Go to a doctor's house quickly.”he said.The man in the back seat didn't move 5 speak.“He's 6 !”the policeman thought.
When the taxi stopped outside the doctor's house,the policeman 7 the man in and the doctor looked at him.“He may be dead,”said the doctor 8 he saw the man.“He isn't moving.”When the man heard 9 the doctor said.he sat up at once.“I am not dead,”he said.“I am alive!”The policeman said angrily,“Do you know better than 10 ?”“Yes,I do.”said the man.“I wanted to get away from the big man,and I've got away now.Thank you very much.”
Who says honesty is dead?Last Tuesday morning Alan Reed,a student at Chremont College here,was getting 1 money out of the bank.He wanted to have 50 dollars and the teller(银行出纳员) 2 him five twenties instead of five tens.For a few seconds,as Alan told it,he wondered 3 to do.Should he give the extra money back?Keep it? 4 he kept it,he could buy several new CDs,or he could take his friend Simon to a big dinner. 5 no one would ever notice(注意).But then he 6 the teller.She was a middle-aged woman with a sweet face,and she reminded him of his mother.She had been nice to him.Then he thought that there were probably exact(精确的) 7 kept of how much money was paid out,and the 8 would probably get into trouble. 9 of all,Alan felt he would probably feel 10 about keeping the extra money.Alan gave back the money.
My stutter(口吃)had always been much of a problem.I'd had so many specialists for my 1 over the years.As l walked down the hallway to meet a new one, memories popped in my head of how painful(痛苦的)being a kid who stutters had been.It 2 hurt.
“Hello! I'm Mrs.Claussen.I hear you're from Texas! "
“Ye-Ye-Ye-Yes m-m-m-m-m-m-m-aam I am…”My heart felt like it was pounding through my chest and my hands were dripping wet.I really blew that
3 .
“Well, " she said with a 4 Smile.161've always liked Texas."
She turned out to be the best speech specialist I've ever had, not like those who
told me to clap my hands while speaking.She was 5 .She spent the first several weeks just talking to me-asking me all kinds of questions about myself, especially my feelings.And she 6 .She then began to teach me about the speech.Not just about my speech, but about everybody's.
I 7 in my old school and was a pretty good tenor(男高音), but I learned that the new school's singing group was all filled up.It was such bad news, for I thought that was the one thing I could really do well-and I could do it
8 stuttering.Somehow Mrs.Claussen finally got me in the group.I felt like she really cared about me as a person, not just a speech student.
During the next two years, my speech didn't get much better-except with her.When I was in college, things got worse.I once even wondered if I would ever be able to 9 ! It was a very depressing time, and I often felt alone.When I was feeling really sorry for myself, I remembered Mrs.Claussen had told me whether I could 10 my speech was all up to me.She had told me not to fight for perfect speech, just better speech.She was right about that.I finally improved my speech greatly.
Many years have passed, but I think of her from time to time, wondering if she had as much 11 0n her other students as she had on me.I like to think that she did.Her name was Mrs.Claussen...and she 12 .I'II never forget her.
Al was a potter (制陶工).He had a wife and two fine sons.One night, his older son got a stomachache.At first, Al and his wife thought the boy just got a bad cold, so they didn't take it 1 .But it was not a cold.It was terrible appendicitis(阑尾炎), and the boy died suddenly that night.Knowing the 2 could not happen if he had taken the ill seriously, Al was very 3 and was 4 of guilt.Then his wife couldn't stand the thing, so she left him alone with his six-year-old 5 son.
Al lost his two favourite persons.He felt no hope in the world and 6 to alcohol.Then Al became an alcoholic(酒鬼).As he drank more, Al began to lose 7 he had-his home, his land and his work.Finally, Al died 8 in a San Francisco room.When I heard of Al's death, I thought he was a 9 and wasted his life.As time went by, I began to know 10 I once thought was wrong.I knew Al's little son, Ernie.He is one of the kindest, most caring, most loving men I have ever known.I watched Ernie with his children and saw the love 11 them.I knew that kindness and caring had to 12 somewhere.I never heard Erine talk much about his father.
One day I asked him, ‘ I'm really puzzled (困惑) by something.I know your father was the only one to raise you.What on earth (究竟) did he do to make you become such a special person?' Ernie sat quietly and smiled for a few 13 .Then he said,' When I was a child, Al came into my room every night, gave me a kiss and said, “I love you, son.”
Tears came into my 14 .Al had not left any money 15 , but he had been a kind, loving father, and he left behind a legacy(遗产) of love.
We do not know when man first began to use salt, but we do know that it has been used throughout history.Historical fact 1 , for example, that people over 3, 000 years ago 2 salted fish.Thousands of years ago in Egypt, people used salt to prevent(防止)the 3 going 4 .
People also thought stealing(偷窃)salt was a 5 crime(罪行)during some periods of history.In the 18th 6 , for example, if a person stole salt, people would send him to 7 after they caught him.About 150 years 8 , in the year 1553, taking 9 salt than others would be punished(受到惩罚).People would 10 the prisoner’s ear.