While I was waiting to go into university, I saw in a newspaper a teaching job wanted at a school about ten miles from where I   16 . Because I was in great need of   17  and wanted to do something useful, I applied(申请).
Three days later, a letter   18 . It asked me to see the   19  at Croydon. It proved to be a(n)   20  journey —a train to Croydon station, a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of   21  a quarter of a mile. As a result I arrived there, feeling too hot to be nervous. Clearly, the principal   22  opened the door. He was   23  and round.
“The school” he said, “has a group of twenty-four boys between seven and thirteen.”
I should have to teach all the   24  except art, which he taught himself. I should have to divide the class into  25  groups and teach them at three different   26 , and I was not    27  at the thought of teaching maths —a subject which I didn’t do very well in at school. It was   28  that I had to teach them on Saturday afternoon   29  most of my friends would be   30  themselves at that time.
Before I had time to ask about my salary(薪水), he got up to his feet. “Now,” he said. “you’d better meet my wife. She is the one who really runs this school.”

“Everything happens for the best,” my mother said whenever I faced disappointment. “If you can carry on, one day something good will happen.”
After graduating from college in 1932, I decided to try for a job in radio, then work my way up to sports announcer(播音员). I took the bus to Chicago and knocked on the door of every station. But I was refused every time. In one studio, a nice lady told me that big stations didn’t want to accept inexperienced persons. “Go to the countryside and find a small station that’ll give you a chance,” she said.
I returned home, Dixon in Illinois. While there were no radio-announcing jobs in Dixon, my father said Smith Ward had opened a store and wanted a local sportsman to manage its sports department. Since I had played high school football in Dixon, I applied(申请). The job sounded just right for me. But I still failed in the interview. At that moment, mom’s words came to my mind: “Everything happens for the best.” Dad offered me a car to look for a job. I tried WOC Radio in Davenport in Iowa. The program director, named Peter MacArthur, told me they had already hired an announcer.
As I left his office, I felt sad. I asked aloud, “How can a man become a sports announcer if he can’t get a job in a radio station?”
I was waiting for the lift when I heard MacArthur calling, “What did you say about sports? Do you know anything about football?” Then he made me stand before a microphone and asked me to broadcast an imaginary game. As a result, I did a wonderful job and was told to broadcast Saturday’s game!
On my way home, I thought of my mother’s words again: “Everything happens for the best if you carry on. One day something good will happen.”
【小题1】After the writer graduated from college, he tried to look for a job in        at first.

While I was waiting to enter university, I saw in a newspaper a teaching job wanted at a school about ten miles from where I   16   . Because I was in great need of   17   and wanted to do something useful, I applied（申请）.

Three days later, a letter   18   . It asked me to see the   19   at Croydon. It proved to be an    20   journey—a train to Croydon station, a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of at   21   a quarter of a mile. It was clearly that the headmaster himself opened the door. He was   22   and round.

“The school” he said, “has a group of twenty-four boys   23   seven and thirteen.”

I should have to teach all the   24   except art,   45   he taught himself. I should have to divide the class into   26   groups and teach them at three different   27   , and I was not   28   at the thought of teaching maths—a subject which I didn’t do very well in at school. It was   29   that I had to teach them on Saturday afternoon because most of my friends would be   30   themselves at that time.

Before I had time to ask about my salary（薪水）, he got up to his feet. “ Now,” he said. “ you’d better meet my wife. She is the one who really runs this school.

While I was waiting to enter university, I saw in a newspaper a teaching job wanted at a school about ten miles from where I   16  . Because I was in great need of   17  and wanted to do something useful, I applied（申请）.
Three days later, a letter   18  . It asked me to see the   19  at Croydon. It proved to be an    20  journey—a train to Croydon station, a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of at   21  a quarter of a mile. It was clearly that the headmaster himself opened the door. He was   22  and round.
“The school” he said, “has a group of twenty-four boys   23  seven and thirteen.”
I should have to teach all the   24  except art,   45  he taught himself. I should have to divide the class into   26  groups and teach them at three different   27  , and I was not  28  at the thought of teaching maths—a subject which I didn’t do very well in at school. It was  29  that I had to teach them on Saturday afternoon because most of my friends would be   30   themselves at that time.
Before I had time to ask about my salary（薪水）, he got up to his feet. “ Now,” he said. “ you’d better meet my wife. She is the one who really runs this school.