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 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…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.

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

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 couldn’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

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

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 be 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 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…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.

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 couldn’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 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

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 be treated differently.

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

 

Sitting in the play area of the doctor’s office，my children，Paul，four，and Bailey，three，built a Lego tower while we waited to be called for Paul’s examination.

“Good job，you guys，”I said，trying not to sound too tired.My husband was away on business，and it was difficult being alone with the kids.At times I felt like I was living in the jungle (丛林) rather than the suburbs.

“Don’t put the Lego in your mouth，Bailey，” I said.Paul grabbed (抓取) it from him.“That’s not nice，Paul，” I said.He gave back the Lego.I looked around the waiting room.A woman was eating something，a couple were talking，and an old gentleman in a blue jacket was reading a magazine.I wished I could sit quietly for a while.I wanted to be able to take a rest，or go shopping alone.At once，I was ashamed of myself.What kind of mother was I？“God，” I thought，“help me to be the very best mom I can be.”

The nurse came into the waiting room to get us.Just at that moment，the old gentleman in the waiting room put down his magazine and came up to me.With a smile on his face，he said，“Your children are most certainly lucky to have such a wonderful mother.”“Thank you，”I replied in a low voice and watched him walk back to his seat.We followed the nurse into the examination room.While she weighed Paul，I told her how that man had made my day.

Motherhood is still a jungle sometimes，but now when I feel tired I remember the encouraging words of the old gentleman.

56．The writer went to the doctor’s office because________.

A．one of her children liked to play there

B．her son Paul needed an examination

C．she was tired and needed to see her doctor

D．she wanted to have all her children examined

57．From Paragraph 2，we know the writer felt that looking after her children alone was________.

A．unfair                                  B．happy 

C．hard                                    D．interesting

58．In the old gentleman’s opinion，the writer________.

A．lived a very hard life

B．was a very good mother

C．didn’t love her children enough

D．was lucky to have so lovely children

59．What can we learn from the passage?

A．The writer often went shopping alone.

B．The writer’s husband was always on business.

C．The writer doesn’t know how to be a good mother.

D．The writer was greatly encouraged by the old gentleman’s words.

Sitting in the play area of the doctor’s office，my children，Paul，four，and Bailey，three，built a Lego tower while we waited to be called for Paul’s examination.

“Good job，you guys，”I said，trying not to sound too tired.My husband was away on business，and it was difficult being alone with the kids.At times I felt like I was living in the jungle (丛林) rather than the suburbs.

“Don’t put the Lego in your mouth，Bailey，” I said.Paul grabbed (抓取) it from him.“That’s not nice，Paul，” I said.He gave back the Lego.I looked around the waiting room.A woman was eating something，a couple were talking，and an old gentleman in a blue jacket was reading a magazine.I wished I could sit quietly for a while.I wanted to be able to take a rest，or go shopping alone.At once，I was ashamed of myself.What kind of mother was I？“God，” I thought，“help me to be the very best mom I can be.”

The nurse came into the waiting room to get us.Just at that moment，the old gentleman in the waiting room put down his magazine and came up to me.With a smile on his face，he said，“Your children are most certainly lucky to have such a wonderful mother.”“Thank you，”I replied in a low voice and watched him walk back to his seat.We followed the nurse into the examination room.While she weighed Paul，I told her how that man had made my day.

Motherhood is still a jungle sometimes，but now when I feel tired I remember the encouraging words of the old gentleman.

46．The writer went to the doctor’s office because________.

A．one of her children liked to play there

B．her son Paul needed an examination

C．she was tired and needed to see her doctor

D．she wanted to have all her children examined

47．From Paragraph 2，we know the writer felt that looking after her children alone was________.

A．unfair                                              B．happy 

C．hard                                                D．interesting

48．In the old gentleman’s opinion，the writer________.

A．lived a very hard life                           B．was a very good mother

C．didn’t love her children enough            D．was lucky to have so lovely children

49．What can we learn from the passage?

A．The writer often went shopping alone.

B．The writer’s husband was always on business.

C．The writer doesn’t know how to be a good mother.

D．The writer was greatly encouraged by the old gentleman’s words.