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 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．

1．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

2．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

3．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

4．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．

I was cleaning out an old box when an old card caught my eye. Queen City Casket Company. “What is it?” I wondered I turned it over. There, in faded ink, was a hand – scrawled （手写的） message. Immediately my mind traveled back many years ago.

I was nine years old, walking down the cold, wet street of Springfield, with a bag of magazines on my shoulder. On my rounds that day, I came to that company finally, whose owner, Mr. Rader, had always taken me there to ask his workers whether they wanted any magazines.

Shaking off the rain like a wet dog, I entered Mr. Rader’s office. After a quick glance he led me over to the fireplace. Noticing the hole in the top of my shoe, he said, “Come with me!” pulling me into his car . We pulled to a stop before a shoe store. Inside, a salesman fitted me with the finest pair of Oxfords I had ever seen. I felt about 10 feet tall when I got up in them. “We’d like a pair of new socks too,” Mr. Rader said.

Back in his office, Mr. Rader took out a card, wrote something on it, and handed it to me. With   tearful eyes, I read, “Do to others as you would have them do to you.” He said affectionately, “Jimmy, I want you to know I love you”. I said goodbye, and for the first time I sensed a flam of hope that somehow things would be all right. With people like Mr. Rader in the world, there was hope, kindness and love, and that would always make a difference.

1．What can we learn about the author according to the passage?

      A．He was once a young salesman of QCCC.

       B．He was very poor when he was a child.

       C．He had to sell magazines to pay for his school fees in Oxford.

       D．His parents abandoned him so that he must earn money by himself.

2．The author came to Mr. Rader’s company because           .

       A．he wanted to say sorry to Mr. Rader for not selling out the magazines

       B．Mr. Rader was one of his relatives

       C．he wanted to ask Mr. Rader to offer him a job

       D．he wanted to have another try after traveling many places

3．The underlined sentence in the last paragraph means you should           .

       A．do things in the way others would do

       B．do something to others when you would like them to follow you

       D．do something because you would like others do it

Playing basketball isn’t ladylike. That’s what Jewell Chapman’s high school headmaster told her in 1961 when he was against the girls’ basketball program.

“We were very discouraged, ” said Chapman, a forward（前锋）for her high school team of Des Moines.

Nearly 50 years later, Chapman is back on the playground. She’s 62 and plays for “Hot Pink Grannies”, joining about 10 other women on a team whose uniforms are black trousers and hot pink socks. They play in the Iowa Granny Basketball League.

It’s one of dozens of basketball leagues for women over 50 that have arisen across the country. For some, it’s a chance to exercise and meet people; for others, it’s a once – refused chance to make up.

“You see more and more elderly women’s teams taking part in state and national competitions,” said Michael Rogers, a professor in sports studies at Wichita State University. “In the future it will be something common to have leagues like this.”

Yearly surveys by the National Sporting Goods Association show the number of women aged 55 and older who play basketball at least 50 times a year has grown from 16,000 in 1995 to nearly 131,000 ten years later.

The women on the Hot Pink Grannies are good – natured but competitive when game time comes.

“I think I’m tough” says Colleen Pulliam, 69, showing off her strong arms at her challengers in a game against “Strutters”, known for their bright yellow socks.

Granny Basketball Leagues and similar groups spread quickly through much of the country, including California, Louisiana, New Mexico, Pennsylvania and Washington, D.C.

1.Which is right about Chapman?

A．She thinks playing basketball isn’t ladylike.  

B．She is now 62 years old and feels discouraged.

C．She plays basketball again about 50 years later.

D．She is a forward in the Hot Pink Grannies.

2.The underlined sentence “it’s a once – refused chance to make up” in the fourth paragraph means          .

A．it is chance to realize their old dream

B．it is chance to take part in sports

C．it is chance to earn a reputation

D．it is chance to compete for medals

3.Who is probably a player of “Hot Oink Grannies”?

A．Des Moines.        B．Colleen Pulliam.  C．Michael Rogers.  D．Strutters.

4.Which of the following statements is true?

A．Some elderly women play basketball with the purpose of getting wealthy.

B．Granny Basketball Leagues have spread all over the USA.

C．The women on the Hot Pink Grannies are good – natured and less competitive.

D．The number of women aged 55 and older who play basketball has greatly increased.

5.From the passage we can infer          .

A．in the 1960s, playing basketball wasn’t considered as a girls’ sport

B．the color of the socks is of great importance to granny players

C．more and more granny players are confident about getting higher scores

D．Jewell Chapman’s high school headmaster has already changed his attitude

Eddie’s father used to say he’d spent so many years by the ocean, breathing seawater. Now, away from that ocean, in the hospital bed, his body began to look like a beached fish. His condition went from fair to stable and from stable to serious. Friends went from saying, “He’ll be home in a day,” to “He’ll be home in a week.” In his father’s absence, Eddie helped out at the pier (码头), working evenings after his taxi job.

When Eddie was a teenager, if he ever complained or seemed bored with the pier, his father would shout, “What? This isn’t good enough for you?” And later, when he’d suggested Eddie take a job there after high school, Eddie almost laughed, and his father again said, “What? This isn’t good enough for you?” And before Eddie went to war, when he’d talked of marrying Marguerite and becoming an engineer, his father said, “What? This isn’t good enough for you?”

And now, regardless of all that, here he was, at the pier, doing his father’s labor.

Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. It is not until much later, as the heart weakens, that children understand: their stories, and all their achievements, sit on top of the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.

Finally, one night, at his mother’s urging, Eddie visited the hospital. He entered the room slowly. His father, who for years had refused to speak to Eddie, now lacked the strength to even try.

“Don’t sweat it, kid,” the other workers told him. “Your old man will pull through. He’s the toughest man we’ve ever seen.”

When the news came that his father had died, Eddie felt the emptiest kind of anger, the kind that circles in its cage.

         In the weeks that followed, Eddie’s mother lived in a confused state. She spoke to her husband as if he were still there. She yelled at him to turn down the radio. She cooked enough food for two. One night, when Eddie offered to help with the dishes, she said, “Your father will put them away.” Eddie put a hand on her shoulder. “Ma,” he said, softly, “Dad’s gone.”“Gone where?”

1.In Paragraph four, the writer wants to say that __________.

A. Children wouldn’t have achieved so much without their parents’ support  

B. Children often feel regretful because they leave their parents

C. Children like moving away from their parents

D. Children can never understand how much their parents have devoted to them

2.The underlined sentence “Don’t sweat it” (Para. 6) probably means __________.

A. Don’t touch it                                              B. Don’t worry about it

C. Don’t let him down                                   D. Don’t give it up

3.Which of the following shows the right order of the story?

   a. Eddie’s father died.

   b. Eddie married Marguerite.

   c. Eddie worked as a taxi driver.

   d. Eddie was bored with his father’s job.

A. dbca                        B. dcab                        C. bcda                        D. bacd

4.From the last paragraph, we learn that __________.

A. Eddie’s mother liked to listen to the radio

B. Eddie and his wife lived in his mother’s apartment

C. Eddie’s mother missed her husband so much that she was at a loss

D. Eddie often helped his mother wash the dishes