Once when I was six years old I saw an amazing picture in a book called True Stories from Nature about the primeval（原始的）forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor(大蟒蛇) in the act of swallowing an animal. In the book it said：“Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole without chewing（嚼）it. After that they are not able to move and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion（消化）.”
I thought deeply then over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. I showed my work to the grown-ups and asked them whether the drawing frightened them. But they answered：“Frighten? Why should anyone be frightened by a hat？”
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing. I drew the inside of the boa constrictor so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. That's my Drawing Number Two.
The grown-ups' response this time was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of ba constrictors whether from the inside or the outside and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why at the age of six I gave up what might have been a great painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
So then I chose another profession（职业） and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.
In the course of this life I have had lots of chances to meet with a great many people. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them. Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried showing him my Drawing Number One which I have always kept. I would try to find out if this was a person of true understanding. But whoever it was, he or she would always say: That is a hat. Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors or primeval forests or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge and golf and politics and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such an intelligent man.
【小题1】The writer drew his first picture in order to ________.

Once when I was six years old I saw an amazing picture in a book called True Stories from Nature about the primeval（原始的）forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor(大蟒蛇) in the act of swallowing an animal. In the book it said：“Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole without chewing（嚼）it. After that they are not able to move and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion（消化）.”
I thought deeply then over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. I showed my work to the grown-ups and asked them whether the drawing frightened them. But they answered：“Frighten? Why should anyone be frightened by a hat？”
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing. I drew the inside of the boa constrictor so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. That's my Drawing Number Two.
The grown-ups' response this time was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of ba constrictors whether from the inside or the outside and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why at the age of six I gave up what might have been a great painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
So then I chose another profession（职业） and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.
In the course of this life I have had lots of chances to meet with a great many people. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them. Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried showing him my Drawing Number One which I have always kept. I would try to find out if this was a person of true understanding. But whoever it was, he or she would always say: That is a hat. Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors or primeval forests or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge and golf and politics and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such an intelligent man.

1. 1.

   The writer drew his first picture in order to ________.

   1. A.
      show the grown-ups what the book was about
   2. B.
      frighten the grown-ups trying to enter the forest
   3. C.
      remind himself of the adventures of the jungle
   4. D.
      illustrate（说明）a boa constrictor's act of digesting an animal
2. 2.

   How did the writer understand the grown-ups' response to his second drawing?

   1. A.
      He was actually only good at academic study.
   2. B.
      It was a waste of time for him to keep on drawing.
   3. C.
      He had difficulty in communicating with the adults.
   4. D.
      He was good at anything but geography.
3. 3.

   The underlined word disheartened in Paragraph 4 could most probably be replaced by ________.

   1. A.
      discouraged
   2. B.
      dissatisfied
   3. C.
      discovered
   4. D.
      disturbed
4. 4.

   Which of the following statements is true?

   1. A.
      The writer could have become a pilot if encouraged when young.
   2. B.
      The writer finally changed his opinion of grown-ups.
   3. C.
      The writer has been showing his two pictures to others ever since.
   4. D.
      The writer felt nobody could have really understood him.

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination．It was a drugstore．While Europeans were served at the counter，a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants．One day I was determined to make a public protest (抗议) against this kind of thing，and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store．I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine．As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand，he shouted at me in a bastard (怪声怪气的) language，which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants．I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served The manager became angry and said．“Even if you stand there till Christmas，I will never serve you．”

I went to the District Commissioner’s office．Fortunately, he was out，for he was one of the old school；however，I saw a young District officer, who was a friend of mine．He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he would buy my medicine for me．I protested that that was not good enough．I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager．This he did，and I well remember him saying to the manager，“Here is Mr. Kaunda，who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council，and you treat him like a common servant．”The manager of the drugstore apologized and said，“If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was，then，of course，I should have given him proper service．”

I had to explain once again that he had missed my point．Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store? Why should I have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I wanted to prove that ally man of any color，whatever his position，should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted．After all，the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer．

56．The writer was，at the time of the story，             ．

A．a European officer                   B．an African servant

C．a drugstore assistant                 D．a black school teacher

57．The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because             ．

A．he could not speak English in a polite way

B．he thought the writer wouldn't understand English

C．that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

D．that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

58．In paragraph 2，the underlined sentence“he was one of the old school”means             ．

A．he stuck to those old racial ideas

B．he graduated from an old white school

C．he was in charge of an old black school

D．he was an old official in the government

59．Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

A．He believed his white frlends would help him out．

B．He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people．

C．He thought he was educated and should he treated differently．

D．He thought，being an important person，he should not be kept waiting．

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination. It was a drugstore. While Europeans were served at the counter, a long line of Africans queued at the window and often not only were kept waiting but were treated rudely by the shop assistants. One day I was determined to make a public protest (抗议) against this kind of thing, and many of the schoolboys in my class followed me to the store,

I simply went into the shop and asked the manager politely for some medicine. As soon as he saw me standing in the place where only European customers were allowed to stand he shouted at me in a bastard (怪声怪气的) language which is only used by a boss when speaking to his servants. I stood at the counter and politely requested in proper English that I should be served. The manager became angry and said, “Even if you stand there till Christmas, I will never serve you.”

I went to the District Commissioner’s office. Fortunately, he was out, for he was one of the old school; however, I saw a young District officer who was a friend of mine. He was very concerned to hear my story and told me that all I had to do was come to him personally and he wou1d buy my medicine for me. I protested that that was not good enough. I asked him to accompany me back to the store and to make a protest to the manager. This he did, and I well remember him saying to the manager，“Here is Mr. Kaunda who is a responsible member of the Urban Advisory Council, and you treat him like a common servant.” The manager of the drugstore apologized and said, “If only he had introduced himself and explained who he was, then, of course I should have given him proper service.”

I had to explain once again that he had missed my point. Why should I have to introduce myself every time I went into a store … any more than I should have to buy my medicine by going to a European friend? I want to prove that any man of any color, whatever his position, should have the right to go into any shop and buy what he wanted, After all, the money which I paid across the counter was exactly the same money as was paid by a European customer.

72. The writer was, at the time of the story, _________.

A. a European officer

B. an African servant

C. a drugstore assistant

D. a black school teacher

73. The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer in dirty words because　　　　　.

A. he could not speak English in a polite way

B. he thought the writer wouldn’t understand English

C. that was the language he used when speaking to Africans

D. that was the only language he could speak when he was angry

74. In paragraph 3, the underlined sentence “he was one of the old school” means　　　　.

A. he stuck to those old racial ideas

B. he graduated from an old white school

C. he was in charge of an old black school

D. he was an old official in the government

75. Why didn’t the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

A. He believed his white friends would help him out.

B. He wanted to fight for equal rights of all black people.

C. He thought he was educated and should he treated differently.

D. He thought, being an important person. he should not be kept waiting.