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.
【小题1】The writer was ,at the time of the story ,     .

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 ,     .

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

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?

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.

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.

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 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．

There was one shop in the town of Mufulira which was widely known for its racial discrimination(种族歧视). 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 will 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.

62. 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

63. 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

64. 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

65. 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.

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　　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 rudely treated 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 English that I should be served. The manager became angry and said to me in English, “If you stand there till Christmas, I will never serve you.”

　　I went to the District Commissioner's office. 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 is paid by a European customer.

1．The writer was, at the time of the story, ________.

[　　]

2．The manager of the drugstore shouted at the writer because ________.

[　　]

A．he hadn't learned to speak English

B．he thought the writer wouldn't understand English

C．that was the usual language used by Europeans when speaking to Africans

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

3．Why didn't the writer wait at the window of the drugstore like other Africans?

[　　]

A．Because he thought he was educated and should be treated differently.

B．Because he thought, being an important person, he should not be kept waiting.

C．Because he thought his white friends would help him out.

D．Because he wanted to protest against racial discrimination.