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　　Watson entered Mr Smith's office．The Boss was a hard man．He fired people who didn't do well without giving them a second chance．

　　“Watson,” said Mr Smith, “this past year your department hasn't earned money．We're going to drop that department．It's finished．I' m sorry,－but you'll have to go．”“But, sir－if I just had a little more time．For the moment I need the job to keep my son at Riverside School．”

　　“What's that!” said the Boss．“Riverside!I didn't know you had a boy there．That's an expensive school for a man with your salary．”

　　“1 know, sir．But he likes it there so much!He's a star trackman(田径运动员)and the best boxer in the school．The boys call him Champ(冠军)there．”

　　The Boss sat perfectly still for a long time－a faraway(恍惚的)look in his eyes．Then, suddenly, he said, “We've got to close your department, Watson．But you'll take over a new job in another department．It means longer hours－maybe more pay．Now get out．You're here for life．”

　　Watson got out, with surprise in his face．Then the Boss took a letter from the top drawer of his desk．It was Herbie's last letter from Riverside School－written a few days before he died．He had read it over and over again with sick pain．The letter read：

　　I can't say the boys here are any nicer to me than the others were．I guess it's the same everywhere when you're a cripple(跛脚的人)．But don't worry about me, Dad．They've got a good chemistry department here．And there's one boy here who is really great．He's a track star and boxing champ and just tops in chemistry．The boys call him Champ．He made them stop throwing my books around．And he knocked a boy down who hit me．He is the best friend I ever had．Dad, when I grow up, I want to do something for Champ．Something big－that he won't even know about．

Your son,

Herbie

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　　Nearly two decades has passed, I still remember my favourite professor, James Sehwartz．Whenever he smiles, it's as if you'd just been told the funniest joke on earth．Almost all his students are his friends, and almost all his students know his life story．

　　When James was a teenager, his father 　　1　　 him to a fur factory where he worked．This was during the Great Depression．The 　　2　　 was to get James a job．

　　James entered the factory, and immediately felt as if the 　　3　　 had closed in around him．The room was dark and hot, the windows covered with dust, and the 　　4　　 were packed tightly together, running like trains．The fur hairs were flying, 　　5　　 a thickened air, and the workers, 　　6　　 the pieces of fur together, were bent over their needles 　　7　　 the boss marched up and down the rows, searching for them to go faster．James could hardly 　　8　　．He stood next to his father, frozen with fear, hoping the boss wouldn't 　　9　　 at him, too．

　　During lunch break, his father took James to the boss and pushed him in front of him, 　　10　　if there was any work for his son．But 　　11　　 there was hardly enough 　　12　　 for the adult labours, for no one would give it up once he took a job．

　　Thus, for James, it was a 　　13　　．He hated the place．He made a 　　14　　 that he kept to the end of his life：he would never do any work that brought 　　15　　 to someone else, and he would never allow himself to 　　16　　 money off the seat of others．

　　“What will you do?” his mother, Eva, would ask him．

　　“I don't know,” he 　　17　　 say．He ruled out law, because he didn't like 　　18　　, and he ruled out medicine, because he couldn't take the 　　19　　 of blood．

　　“What will you do?”

　　　　20　　, my best professor thought it was the job not to hurt anybody．

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　　Nearly two decades has passed, I still remember my favourite professor, James Sehwartz．Whenever he smiles, it’s as if you’d just been told the funniest joke on earth．Almost all his students are his friends, and almost all his students know his life story．

　　When James was a teenager, his father 　　1　　 him to a fur factory where he worked．This was during the Great Depression．The 　　2　　 was to get James a job．

　　James entered the factory, and immediately felt as if the 　　3　　 had closed in around him．The room was dark and hot, the windows covered with dust, and the 　　4　　 were packed tightly together, running like trains．The fur hairs were flying, 　　5　　 a thickened air, and the workers, 　　6　　 the pieces of fur together, were bent over their needles 　　7　　 the boss marched up and down the rows, searching for them to go faster．James could hardly 　　8　　．He stood next to his father, frozen with fear, hoping the boss wouldn’t 　　9　　 at him, too．

　　During lunch break, his father took James to the boss and pushed him in front of him, 　　10　　 if there was any work for his son．But 　　11　　 there was hardly enough 　　12　　 for the adult labours, for no one would give it up once he took a job．

　　Thus, for James, it was a 　　13　　．He hated the place．He made a 　　14　　 that he kept to the end of his life：he would never do any work that brought 　　15　　 to someone else, and he would never allow himself to 　　16　　 money off the seat of others．

　　“What will you do?” his mother, Eva, would ask him．

　　“I don’t know,” he 　　17　　 say．He ruled out law, because he didn’t like 　　18　　, and he ruled out medicine, because he couldn’t take the 　　19　　 of blood．

　　“What will you do?”

　　　　20　　, my best professor I ever had became－he thought it was the job not to hurt anybody．