2008年10月25日 星期六
2008年10月17日 星期五
visual studio notes -1
作業二
Public Class b123123 Private Sub Button1_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B1.Click Tb3.Text = Val(Tb1.Text) + Val(Tb2.Text) End Sub Private Sub Button2_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B2.Click Tb3.Text = Val(Tb1.Text) - Val(Tb2.Text) End Sub Private Sub Button3_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B3.Click Tb3.Text = Val(Tb1.Text) * Val(Tb2.Text) End Sub Private Sub Button4_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B4.Click Tb3.Text = Val(Tb1.Text) / Val(Tb2.Text) End SubEnd Class
作業一Public Class Form1 Private Sub Form1_Load(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles MyBase.Load L1.Text = "您好!! XXXXXXX" L1.ForeColor = Color.Navy L1.Font = New Font("細明體", 12, FontStyle.Regular) End Sub Private Sub B1_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B1.Click L1.Font = New Font("細明體", 18, FontStyle.Regular) End Sub Private Sub B2_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B2.Click L1.Font = New Font("細明體", 9, FontStyle.Regular) End Sub Private Sub B3_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B3.Click L1.Font = New Font(L1.Font.Name, L1.Font.Size, _L1.Font.Style Or FontStyle.Bold) End Sub Private Sub B4_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B4.Click L1.Font = New Font(L1.Font.Name, L1.Font.Size, _L1.Font.Style Or FontStyle.Italic) End Sub Private Sub B5_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B5.Click L1.ForeColor = Color.Navy L1.Font = New Font("細明體", 12, FontStyle.Regular) End Sub
Public Class b123123 Private Sub Button1_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B1.Click Tb3.Text = Val(Tb1.Text) + Val(Tb2.Text) End Sub Private Sub Button2_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B2.Click Tb3.Text = Val(Tb1.Text) - Val(Tb2.Text) End Sub Private Sub Button3_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B3.Click Tb3.Text = Val(Tb1.Text) * Val(Tb2.Text) End Sub Private Sub Button4_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B4.Click Tb3.Text = Val(Tb1.Text) / Val(Tb2.Text) End SubEnd Class
作業一Public Class Form1 Private Sub Form1_Load(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles MyBase.Load L1.Text = "您好!! XXXXXXX" L1.ForeColor = Color.Navy L1.Font = New Font("細明體", 12, FontStyle.Regular) End Sub Private Sub B1_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B1.Click L1.Font = New Font("細明體", 18, FontStyle.Regular) End Sub Private Sub B2_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B2.Click L1.Font = New Font("細明體", 9, FontStyle.Regular) End Sub Private Sub B3_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B3.Click L1.Font = New Font(L1.Font.Name, L1.Font.Size, _L1.Font.Style Or FontStyle.Bold) End Sub Private Sub B4_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B4.Click L1.Font = New Font(L1.Font.Name, L1.Font.Size, _L1.Font.Style Or FontStyle.Italic) End Sub Private Sub B5_Click(ByVal sender As System.Object, ByVal e As System.EventArgs) Handles B5.Click L1.ForeColor = Color.Navy L1.Font = New Font("細明體", 12, FontStyle.Regular) End Sub
2008年10月15日 星期三
南亞技術學院資訊管理系管理學研討個案教材第二次
南亞技術學院資訊管理系管理學研討個案教材第二次
哈樂斯的資料庫豪賭
2001年擁有2,500 萬客戶的哈樂斯(Harrah's)，總部位於田納西州的曼菲斯，在12個州中營運25家賭場與4,000台賭具。幾年前該公司還是一家小型的賭博公司，但在2001年經由購併則成為了該行業第二大的企業。當競爭更盛以往時，該公司展現了無比的活力。
在1990年代中期，賭博業的擴張達到了報酬遞減的階段。美國的賭場數量開始膨脹，這導因於聯邦與州法令的改變，允許在遊輪上與印地安保留區內賭博。由於一般大眾中的賭客人數就這麼多，因此賭場要繼續成長就要能將賭客從競爭者的手中移到自己這邊來。哈樂斯如何能在這樣的環境下成功？
當其他賭博公司花費大筆投資在建造擁有豪華客房與娛樂的新穎賭場，以吸引客戶時，哈樂斯就將焦點放在可以辨認、追蹤與培養最有利可圖客戶的科技上。哈樂斯的營運長 Gary Loveman 這樣解釋此策略：「此行業中普遍的常識是資產的吸引力會帶來客戶，我們的方法則不同，我們藉由瞭解客戶來刺激需求」。
在1990年早期，賭場的經營者發現吃角子老虎機與其他機器勝過賭桌遊戲 (如骰子與黑傑克)成為最大的營收來源。大約在同時，賭場開始使用電腦來記錄個別賭客的資料，他們開始找出最有利可圖的客戶並給他們特別的待遇，而其他人只會偶爾得到飲料或三明治，但是哈樂斯比起它的對手更加注重客戶關係管理。根據位於紐約市 CIBC World Market 的總裁 William Schmitt 表示：「每個人都以客戶活動的實際狀況來追蹤客戶，然而哈樂斯將客戶身為賭客的價值與可能產生的價值做比對，結果是有90%的命中率，可以將目前價值500美元的客戶提升至5000美元的價值」。
營運長 Loveman是前哈佛商學院的教授，主要負責將哈樂斯改變成以客戶為中心的策略，他在賭博業中找到了機會可以應用以往在課堂上所教導關於客戶忠誠度的課程。Loveman 深信應對待每個人如長期客戶，不論此人是否為待在哈樂斯的旅館中，也不論此人是否為大客戶。他指出讓哈樂斯從客戶在賭場中花費的每一塊錢得到36美分，若能提升到40美分，則是「相當令人震驚的」。
在將他的想法介紹給哈樂斯的管理階層，Loveman 立即被雇為營運長。事實上，在運用了 Loveman 的策略後，哈樂斯的「荷包佔有率」在2001年就提高到42%，而且每一百分比的提升，哈利司的獲利增加了1億2,500萬美元。從那開始哈樂斯仔細的分析客戶資料，哈樂斯瞭解80%賭場的收入來自於每次只有100到500美元消費的客戶，此資料顯示許多哈樂斯的客戶有地緣關係並且會經常光臨而不會花很多錢。
哈樂斯策略的中心點是他的完全回饋(Total Rewards)制度。當賭客抵達哈樂斯的旅館或賭場時，他們會被要求申請完全回饋卡，不過並不強迫使用。完全回饋的申請者必須提供的資訊有性別、年齡、居住地與喜歡的遊戲。如果賭客選擇將他的卡插入所使用的吃角子老虎機中 (或是其他如撲克的機器)，這部機器會在卡上記錄投入機器的總次數、賭注的平均量與客戶所下的賭注總額。賭場會根據賭客花在賭博上的時間而回饋點數，積點的給予並不是根據贏或輸的金額，或是投入機器的總金額。積點會儲存在每個客戶的記錄中，賭客可以用積點來交換獎品或現金。每次完全回饋卡的客戶回到哈樂斯的旅館或賭場，他們的記錄就會更新。
這些資料會儲存於資料倉儲中，哈樂斯整合了賭客的交易資料，與其他來源如旅館訂房系統的資料。該公司接著使用客戶關係管理 (CRM) 軟體分析這些資料，並將客戶視為長期資產。CRM系統可以協調所有有關於處理客戶的營運程序，而在哈樂斯的例子中包括了賭場與旅館的客戶。該公司在資料倉儲上執行位於麻州伯林頓市Cognos Corp. 的CRM 查詢工具Cognos Impromptu。位於北卡羅林納州凱瑞市的SAS Institute Inc.提供了模型化工具，讓行銷經理可以分析這些資料，整個哈樂斯所發展的系統稱為 WINet (Winner’s Information Network)。
哈樂斯的行銷部門利用至這些工具為每個客戶建立了詳細的賭博描述資料，接著發展出個人化行銷計畫，包括了吸引賭客回來的計畫。 哈樂斯的IT開發副總裁 Tracy Austin表示：「我們希望可以追蹤客戶在一般情況下的花費狀況，因此我們可以提供贈品獎勵忠誠客戶，如旅館折扣」。Loveman 指出「年齡與離賭場的距離是客戶會前往最近的哈樂斯賭場次數、參加遊戲的多寡、與每種遊戲金額的關鍵指標」。使用這些資訊，電腦估計該公司在一段時間內可以從每個人身上賺到多少錢，並將這些資訊的成本與完全回饋視為投資。
哈樂斯已經建立了90個目標人口統計區隔，以確認客戶對公司的價值。根據它的描述資料，「完美」的客戶是62歲女性，居住在距離賭場30分鐘範圍內，並且玩1元的影像撲克。哈樂斯的分析人員認為這樣的客戶有自己的時間、足夠的退休金與容易前往賭場。最有可能經常回來與預測花費最多的客戶，就會賦予其越高的統計區間。哈樂斯的回饋是依照客戶所位於的區間，不過每個人只要回來都會得到額外的待遇。經常回來的人則會在預計回來前的1到2個月前收到吸引人的促銷郵件，讓客戶在抵達時就有某些服務可以使用。當有重複的客戶通知哈樂斯要訂房時，從客戶記錄中資訊會出現在電腦螢幕上。當客戶收到了促銷信件，這些資訊會顯示在螢幕上。可能的回饋有現金、回程補助、餐點、客房升等、免費週末住宿、歡迎禮品如客房內的花飾或是糖果、運動或娛樂節目的門票，甚至是在機場接送到旅館的服務。
隨著哈樂斯的擴張，每個賭場開始獨立經營，哈樂斯的資訊長 John Boushy表示：「每家分店的經理人都思考過誰才是我的客戶，客戶會很驚訝在不同的哈樂斯分店會得到不同的服務」。管理階層決定所有哈樂斯的據點都要在Winet上，當客戶從一家哈樂斯賭場或旅館移動到另一家時，他們都會受到同樣的服務。甚至在不同的據點，個人記錄會顯示有相同的區隔與所得到的積點數。另一個管理階層遭遇的問題是，哈樂斯的企業文化必須改變，包括所有的25個地區。他們的員工必須將注意力從各自的賭場與其獲利，轉移成以客戶為焦點的企業，不論他們是在哪裡的哈樂斯賭場裡工作。其中一項的改變是哈樂斯位於拉斯維加斯的三家賭場，有超過半成的收入來自於該公司已經知悉的客戶，因為他們之前曾光顧過一家或一家以上位於拉斯維加斯之外的賭場。
哈樂斯以 CRM 為基礎的策略顯示其非常成功，該公司表示在採用的第一年有13%的利潤，即使該年在完全回饋計畫上花了2億5,100萬美元。哈樂斯同樣地區1999年的銷售比起1998年成長了14%。哈樂斯發現有23%的收入來自於曾經光顧過超過一家以上賭場的客戶，甚至客戶每次的花費也高於前一年。在2001年在收入上達到了37億美元，較2000年成長了11%。與完全回饋計畫相連的吃角子老虎機與其他機器，佔了80%哈樂斯的營運利潤。
哈樂斯強調會保護所收集客戶資訊的隱密性，也不會將客戶名單販賣給其他組織，更不會試圖剝削賭客。然而賭博業的反對者批評哈樂斯對客戶資料的使用。國家反賭博合法化陣線 (National Coalition Against Legalized Gambling) 認為哈樂斯的目標是剝削客戶與他們的金錢，另一個擁護團體，紐澤西強制性賭博協會(Council on Compulsive Gambling of New Jersey) 也反對哈樂斯的作法。
哈樂斯的執行長 Philip G. Satre 為他的公司辯護，指出該公司並沒有慫恿那些貧窮者，相反的他們主要接觸的對象是每趟賭博之旅會花費1,000到2,000美元的人。他宣稱完全回饋計畫實際上給予這些人獎勵而非鼓勵他們賭博。哈樂斯僅僅是鼓勵他們在賭博時到哈樂斯來而不是去其他的賭場。哈樂斯宣稱它從不會鼓勵客戶賭的更多。Loveman 說：「這僅是讓客戶將他們的賭局移到我們這邊來而已」。他進一步指出其目的在於瞭解那些想要賭博的人，並給予他們來到哈樂斯消費的理由。他的解釋是「過去我們僅能算每台機器上能賺多少錢，但是不瞭解哪些種類的客戶使用這些機器。現在我能利用此系統並指出：從北卡羅林納來的60歲女性會在哪裡消費？這是用科學取代了直覺與預感」。如果客戶不想要被追蹤他們的賭博，他們可以不使用這張卡。
資料來源：Joe Ashbrook Nickell, “Welcome to Harrah’s,” Business 2.0, April 2002; Meridith Levinson, “How It Works,” Darwin Magazine, May 2001; Meridith Levinson, “Harrah’s Knows What You Did Last Night,” Darwin Magazine, May 2001; Meridith Levinson, “Technology’s Potential Dark Side,” Darwin Magazine, May 2001; Anne Chen, “Harrah’s Places Its CRM Bet,” eWEEK.com, April 2, 2001.
問題討論
1. 分析哈樂斯使用的競爭力與價值鏈模型
2. 描述哈樂斯的營運模式與營運策略。他們如何與其他賭博公司作區別？
3. 資料庫科技在哈樂斯的行銷策略中扮演什麼角色？ 在該公司的成功中的重要性如何？
4. 哈樂斯如何使用CRM軟體與模型化工具來解決該公司的問題？
5. 哈樂斯使用客戶資料引起來什麼道德問題嗎？請解釋你的答案。
6. 資料庫與客戶關係管理軟體可以解決哈樂斯的哪些問題？哪些是不能解決的？
哈樂斯的資料庫豪賭
2001年擁有2,500 萬客戶的哈樂斯(Harrah's)，總部位於田納西州的曼菲斯，在12個州中營運25家賭場與4,000台賭具。幾年前該公司還是一家小型的賭博公司，但在2001年經由購併則成為了該行業第二大的企業。當競爭更盛以往時，該公司展現了無比的活力。
在1990年代中期，賭博業的擴張達到了報酬遞減的階段。美國的賭場數量開始膨脹，這導因於聯邦與州法令的改變，允許在遊輪上與印地安保留區內賭博。由於一般大眾中的賭客人數就這麼多，因此賭場要繼續成長就要能將賭客從競爭者的手中移到自己這邊來。哈樂斯如何能在這樣的環境下成功？
當其他賭博公司花費大筆投資在建造擁有豪華客房與娛樂的新穎賭場，以吸引客戶時，哈樂斯就將焦點放在可以辨認、追蹤與培養最有利可圖客戶的科技上。哈樂斯的營運長 Gary Loveman 這樣解釋此策略：「此行業中普遍的常識是資產的吸引力會帶來客戶，我們的方法則不同，我們藉由瞭解客戶來刺激需求」。
在1990年早期，賭場的經營者發現吃角子老虎機與其他機器勝過賭桌遊戲 (如骰子與黑傑克)成為最大的營收來源。大約在同時，賭場開始使用電腦來記錄個別賭客的資料，他們開始找出最有利可圖的客戶並給他們特別的待遇，而其他人只會偶爾得到飲料或三明治，但是哈樂斯比起它的對手更加注重客戶關係管理。根據位於紐約市 CIBC World Market 的總裁 William Schmitt 表示：「每個人都以客戶活動的實際狀況來追蹤客戶，然而哈樂斯將客戶身為賭客的價值與可能產生的價值做比對，結果是有90%的命中率，可以將目前價值500美元的客戶提升至5000美元的價值」。
營運長 Loveman是前哈佛商學院的教授，主要負責將哈樂斯改變成以客戶為中心的策略，他在賭博業中找到了機會可以應用以往在課堂上所教導關於客戶忠誠度的課程。Loveman 深信應對待每個人如長期客戶，不論此人是否為待在哈樂斯的旅館中，也不論此人是否為大客戶。他指出讓哈樂斯從客戶在賭場中花費的每一塊錢得到36美分，若能提升到40美分，則是「相當令人震驚的」。
在將他的想法介紹給哈樂斯的管理階層，Loveman 立即被雇為營運長。事實上，在運用了 Loveman 的策略後，哈樂斯的「荷包佔有率」在2001年就提高到42%，而且每一百分比的提升，哈利司的獲利增加了1億2,500萬美元。從那開始哈樂斯仔細的分析客戶資料，哈樂斯瞭解80%賭場的收入來自於每次只有100到500美元消費的客戶，此資料顯示許多哈樂斯的客戶有地緣關係並且會經常光臨而不會花很多錢。
哈樂斯策略的中心點是他的完全回饋(Total Rewards)制度。當賭客抵達哈樂斯的旅館或賭場時，他們會被要求申請完全回饋卡，不過並不強迫使用。完全回饋的申請者必須提供的資訊有性別、年齡、居住地與喜歡的遊戲。如果賭客選擇將他的卡插入所使用的吃角子老虎機中 (或是其他如撲克的機器)，這部機器會在卡上記錄投入機器的總次數、賭注的平均量與客戶所下的賭注總額。賭場會根據賭客花在賭博上的時間而回饋點數，積點的給予並不是根據贏或輸的金額，或是投入機器的總金額。積點會儲存在每個客戶的記錄中，賭客可以用積點來交換獎品或現金。每次完全回饋卡的客戶回到哈樂斯的旅館或賭場，他們的記錄就會更新。
這些資料會儲存於資料倉儲中，哈樂斯整合了賭客的交易資料，與其他來源如旅館訂房系統的資料。該公司接著使用客戶關係管理 (CRM) 軟體分析這些資料，並將客戶視為長期資產。CRM系統可以協調所有有關於處理客戶的營運程序，而在哈樂斯的例子中包括了賭場與旅館的客戶。該公司在資料倉儲上執行位於麻州伯林頓市Cognos Corp. 的CRM 查詢工具Cognos Impromptu。位於北卡羅林納州凱瑞市的SAS Institute Inc.提供了模型化工具，讓行銷經理可以分析這些資料，整個哈樂斯所發展的系統稱為 WINet (Winner’s Information Network)。
哈樂斯的行銷部門利用至這些工具為每個客戶建立了詳細的賭博描述資料，接著發展出個人化行銷計畫，包括了吸引賭客回來的計畫。 哈樂斯的IT開發副總裁 Tracy Austin表示：「我們希望可以追蹤客戶在一般情況下的花費狀況，因此我們可以提供贈品獎勵忠誠客戶，如旅館折扣」。Loveman 指出「年齡與離賭場的距離是客戶會前往最近的哈樂斯賭場次數、參加遊戲的多寡、與每種遊戲金額的關鍵指標」。使用這些資訊，電腦估計該公司在一段時間內可以從每個人身上賺到多少錢，並將這些資訊的成本與完全回饋視為投資。
哈樂斯已經建立了90個目標人口統計區隔，以確認客戶對公司的價值。根據它的描述資料，「完美」的客戶是62歲女性，居住在距離賭場30分鐘範圍內，並且玩1元的影像撲克。哈樂斯的分析人員認為這樣的客戶有自己的時間、足夠的退休金與容易前往賭場。最有可能經常回來與預測花費最多的客戶，就會賦予其越高的統計區間。哈樂斯的回饋是依照客戶所位於的區間，不過每個人只要回來都會得到額外的待遇。經常回來的人則會在預計回來前的1到2個月前收到吸引人的促銷郵件，讓客戶在抵達時就有某些服務可以使用。當有重複的客戶通知哈樂斯要訂房時，從客戶記錄中資訊會出現在電腦螢幕上。當客戶收到了促銷信件，這些資訊會顯示在螢幕上。可能的回饋有現金、回程補助、餐點、客房升等、免費週末住宿、歡迎禮品如客房內的花飾或是糖果、運動或娛樂節目的門票，甚至是在機場接送到旅館的服務。
隨著哈樂斯的擴張，每個賭場開始獨立經營，哈樂斯的資訊長 John Boushy表示：「每家分店的經理人都思考過誰才是我的客戶，客戶會很驚訝在不同的哈樂斯分店會得到不同的服務」。管理階層決定所有哈樂斯的據點都要在Winet上，當客戶從一家哈樂斯賭場或旅館移動到另一家時，他們都會受到同樣的服務。甚至在不同的據點，個人記錄會顯示有相同的區隔與所得到的積點數。另一個管理階層遭遇的問題是，哈樂斯的企業文化必須改變，包括所有的25個地區。他們的員工必須將注意力從各自的賭場與其獲利，轉移成以客戶為焦點的企業，不論他們是在哪裡的哈樂斯賭場裡工作。其中一項的改變是哈樂斯位於拉斯維加斯的三家賭場，有超過半成的收入來自於該公司已經知悉的客戶，因為他們之前曾光顧過一家或一家以上位於拉斯維加斯之外的賭場。
哈樂斯以 CRM 為基礎的策略顯示其非常成功，該公司表示在採用的第一年有13%的利潤，即使該年在完全回饋計畫上花了2億5,100萬美元。哈樂斯同樣地區1999年的銷售比起1998年成長了14%。哈樂斯發現有23%的收入來自於曾經光顧過超過一家以上賭場的客戶，甚至客戶每次的花費也高於前一年。在2001年在收入上達到了37億美元，較2000年成長了11%。與完全回饋計畫相連的吃角子老虎機與其他機器，佔了80%哈樂斯的營運利潤。
哈樂斯強調會保護所收集客戶資訊的隱密性，也不會將客戶名單販賣給其他組織，更不會試圖剝削賭客。然而賭博業的反對者批評哈樂斯對客戶資料的使用。國家反賭博合法化陣線 (National Coalition Against Legalized Gambling) 認為哈樂斯的目標是剝削客戶與他們的金錢，另一個擁護團體，紐澤西強制性賭博協會(Council on Compulsive Gambling of New Jersey) 也反對哈樂斯的作法。
哈樂斯的執行長 Philip G. Satre 為他的公司辯護，指出該公司並沒有慫恿那些貧窮者，相反的他們主要接觸的對象是每趟賭博之旅會花費1,000到2,000美元的人。他宣稱完全回饋計畫實際上給予這些人獎勵而非鼓勵他們賭博。哈樂斯僅僅是鼓勵他們在賭博時到哈樂斯來而不是去其他的賭場。哈樂斯宣稱它從不會鼓勵客戶賭的更多。Loveman 說：「這僅是讓客戶將他們的賭局移到我們這邊來而已」。他進一步指出其目的在於瞭解那些想要賭博的人，並給予他們來到哈樂斯消費的理由。他的解釋是「過去我們僅能算每台機器上能賺多少錢，但是不瞭解哪些種類的客戶使用這些機器。現在我能利用此系統並指出：從北卡羅林納來的60歲女性會在哪裡消費？這是用科學取代了直覺與預感」。如果客戶不想要被追蹤他們的賭博，他們可以不使用這張卡。
資料來源：Joe Ashbrook Nickell, “Welcome to Harrah’s,” Business 2.0, April 2002; Meridith Levinson, “How It Works,” Darwin Magazine, May 2001; Meridith Levinson, “Harrah’s Knows What You Did Last Night,” Darwin Magazine, May 2001; Meridith Levinson, “Technology’s Potential Dark Side,” Darwin Magazine, May 2001; Anne Chen, “Harrah’s Places Its CRM Bet,” eWEEK.com, April 2, 2001.
問題討論
1. 分析哈樂斯使用的競爭力與價值鏈模型
2. 描述哈樂斯的營運模式與營運策略。他們如何與其他賭博公司作區別？
3. 資料庫科技在哈樂斯的行銷策略中扮演什麼角色？ 在該公司的成功中的重要性如何？
4. 哈樂斯如何使用CRM軟體與模型化工具來解決該公司的問題？
5. 哈樂斯使用客戶資料引起來什麼道德問題嗎？請解釋你的答案。
6. 資料庫與客戶關係管理軟體可以解決哈樂斯的哪些問題？哪些是不能解決的？
進二專資二甲/法律與人生
進二專資二甲/法律與人生
10/18上課補充講義
防止被偷拍竊錄！妨害秘密罪案例之討論：
案例一：法律追訴權
某大牌女明星因不滿某名主持人在節目上對她的評論，認為涉及妨害她的名譽，因此在電視上召開記者會，澄清自己的清白並且表示要對該名主持人保留法律追訴權，什麼是法律追訴權？法律追訴權真的可以保留嗎？
案例二：妨害秘密
成哥經營地下錢莊，為了逼許女還錢遂暗中竊聽許女家電話，並且在竊聽過程中意外得知許女有婚外情，成哥遂以錄音帶威脅許女還錢，許女不堪其擾便報警。
案例三：妨害秘密
小白專門在捷運車站逗留，然後手持手機偷拍女孩子的裙下風光，不少女子因此而受害，某天小白在捷運站故技重施時，被逮個正著而扭送警局。
案例四：妨害秘密
阿伶剛從南部大學畢業，離鄉背井至北部尋找工作，謀得一家貿易公司之行政人員一職，阿伶並在公司附近找到一間屋美價廉的出租套房做為安身之處，住了一段時間之後，某天阿伶心血來潮決定大掃除一番，偶然在套房內發現裝有針孔攝影機，阿伶驚嚇不已，隨即向房東問個明白，房東竟理直氣壯指稱裝設針孔攝影機是為了監督房客有無浪費水電的習慣，且行之已久，先前並未接獲其他房客的抱怨。
-------------------------------------- 【刑法第80條追訴權之時效期間】追訴權，因下列期間內未起訴而消滅：一、犯最重本刑為死刑、無期徒刑或十年以上有期徒刑之罪者，三十年。二、犯最重本刑為三年以上十年未滿有期徒刑之罪者，二十年。三、犯最重本刑為一年以上三年未滿有期徒刑之罪者，十年。四、犯最重本刑為一年未滿有期徒刑、拘役或罰金之罪者，五年。前項期間自犯罪成立之日起算。但犯罪行為有繼續之狀態者，自行為終了之日起算。
【刑法第315條之1妨害秘密罪】有下列行為之一者，處三年以下有期徒刑、拘役或三萬元以下罰金：一、無故利用工具或設備窺視、竊聽他人非公開之活動、言論、談話或身體隱私部位者。二、無故以錄音、照相、錄影或電磁紀錄竊錄他人非公開之活動、言論、談話或身體隱私部位者。 【社會秩序維護法第83條妨害善良風俗之處罰】有下列各款行為之一者，處新台幣六千元以下罰鍰：一、故意窺視他人臥室、浴室、廁所、更衣室，足以妨害其隱私者。二、於公共場所或公眾得出入之場所，任意裸體或為放蕩之姿勢，而有妨害善良風俗，不聽勸阻者。
三、以猥褻之言語、舉動或其他方法，調戲異性者。 【民法第197條損害賠償請求權之消滅時效】因侵權行為所生之損害賠償請求權，自請求權人知有損害及賠償義務人時起，二年間不行使而消滅。自有侵權行為時起，逾十年者亦同。損害賠償之義務人，因侵權行為受利益，致被害人受損害者，於前項時效完成後，仍應依關於不當得利之規定，返還其所受之利益於被害人。
10/18上課補充講義
防止被偷拍竊錄！妨害秘密罪案例之討論：
案例一：法律追訴權
某大牌女明星因不滿某名主持人在節目上對她的評論，認為涉及妨害她的名譽，因此在電視上召開記者會，澄清自己的清白並且表示要對該名主持人保留法律追訴權，什麼是法律追訴權？法律追訴權真的可以保留嗎？
案例二：妨害秘密
成哥經營地下錢莊，為了逼許女還錢遂暗中竊聽許女家電話，並且在竊聽過程中意外得知許女有婚外情，成哥遂以錄音帶威脅許女還錢，許女不堪其擾便報警。
案例三：妨害秘密
小白專門在捷運車站逗留，然後手持手機偷拍女孩子的裙下風光，不少女子因此而受害，某天小白在捷運站故技重施時，被逮個正著而扭送警局。
案例四：妨害秘密
阿伶剛從南部大學畢業，離鄉背井至北部尋找工作，謀得一家貿易公司之行政人員一職，阿伶並在公司附近找到一間屋美價廉的出租套房做為安身之處，住了一段時間之後，某天阿伶心血來潮決定大掃除一番，偶然在套房內發現裝有針孔攝影機，阿伶驚嚇不已，隨即向房東問個明白，房東竟理直氣壯指稱裝設針孔攝影機是為了監督房客有無浪費水電的習慣，且行之已久，先前並未接獲其他房客的抱怨。
-------------------------------------- 【刑法第80條追訴權之時效期間】追訴權，因下列期間內未起訴而消滅：一、犯最重本刑為死刑、無期徒刑或十年以上有期徒刑之罪者，三十年。二、犯最重本刑為三年以上十年未滿有期徒刑之罪者，二十年。三、犯最重本刑為一年以上三年未滿有期徒刑之罪者，十年。四、犯最重本刑為一年未滿有期徒刑、拘役或罰金之罪者，五年。前項期間自犯罪成立之日起算。但犯罪行為有繼續之狀態者，自行為終了之日起算。
【刑法第315條之1妨害秘密罪】有下列行為之一者，處三年以下有期徒刑、拘役或三萬元以下罰金：一、無故利用工具或設備窺視、竊聽他人非公開之活動、言論、談話或身體隱私部位者。二、無故以錄音、照相、錄影或電磁紀錄竊錄他人非公開之活動、言論、談話或身體隱私部位者。 【社會秩序維護法第83條妨害善良風俗之處罰】有下列各款行為之一者，處新台幣六千元以下罰鍰：一、故意窺視他人臥室、浴室、廁所、更衣室，足以妨害其隱私者。二、於公共場所或公眾得出入之場所，任意裸體或為放蕩之姿勢，而有妨害善良風俗，不聽勸阻者。
三、以猥褻之言語、舉動或其他方法，調戲異性者。 【民法第197條損害賠償請求權之消滅時效】因侵權行為所生之損害賠償請求權，自請求權人知有損害及賠償義務人時起，二年間不行使而消滅。自有侵權行為時起，逾十年者亦同。損害賠償之義務人，因侵權行為受利益，致被害人受損害者，於前項時效完成後，仍應依關於不當得利之規定，返還其所受之利益於被害人。
2008年10月11日 星期六
中英對照 新聞台
http://www.libertytimes.com.tw/2008/new/oct/11/today-int11.htm
《中英對照讀新聞》Microsoft : Bad things happen to firms that use unlicensed Windows 微軟：使用未授權Windows的公司會遭殃
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Microsoft : Bad things happen to firms that use unlicensed Windows
微軟：使用未授權Windows的公司會遭殃
Companies that rely on unlicensed copies of Windows are more likely to experience system failures and lose customer data, Microsoft Corp. said today, citing a company-sponsored report.
仰賴未授權版視窗作業系統的企業，更可能面臨系統故障並遺失客戶資料，微軟今日引述由該公司贊助的一份報告指出。
According to the research, which was conducted by the Harrison Group Inc. but paid for by Microsoft, midsize companies -- those with more than 24 PCs and fewer than 500 -- were 43% more likely to have had a critical system failure lasting more than 24 hours if they used unlicensed Windows.
根據這項由哈里森集團進行、但由微軟付費的研究，擁有24部以上、少於500部個人電腦的中型公司，若使用未授權視窗作業系統，遭遇持續逾24小時重大系統當機的機率高出43%。
Those businesses were also 28% more likely to lose customer data and 73% more likely to lose their own data than companies exclusively using licensed copies of Microsoft’s software.
相較於只使用授權版本微軟軟體的公司，那些企業遺失客戶資料的機率高出28%，遺失自己資料的機率也高出73%。
The Harrison Group reached those conclusions after interviewing IT professionals and business people at nearly 1,600 companies in the U.S., the U.K., China and Brazil.
哈里森集團訪問美、英、中及巴西近1600家公司的資訊技術專業人員及商務人士後，得出那些結論。
Microsoft used the report to defend Windows Genuine Advantage （WGA）, its antipiracy program that at times has come under fire from users.
微軟利用這項報告，為它的反盜版軟體Windows Genuine Advantage（WGA）辯護，該軟體時而遭到使用者抨擊。
新聞辭典 Dictionary
exclusively：副詞，獨佔地；排外地。例句：This room is exclusively for women.（這房間只對女士開放。）
at times：片語，偶爾。例句：Everyone may make mistakes at times. （每個人偶爾都會犯錯誤。）
under fire：片語，受到攻擊。例句：The mayor came under fire for being involved in a case of corruption.（這名市長因涉及一宗貪瀆案而遭受抨擊。）
《中英對照讀新聞》Microsoft : Bad things happen to firms that use unlicensed Windows 微軟：使用未授權Windows的公司會遭殃
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Microsoft : Bad things happen to firms that use unlicensed Windows
微軟：使用未授權Windows的公司會遭殃
Companies that rely on unlicensed copies of Windows are more likely to experience system failures and lose customer data, Microsoft Corp. said today, citing a company-sponsored report.
仰賴未授權版視窗作業系統的企業，更可能面臨系統故障並遺失客戶資料，微軟今日引述由該公司贊助的一份報告指出。
According to the research, which was conducted by the Harrison Group Inc. but paid for by Microsoft, midsize companies -- those with more than 24 PCs and fewer than 500 -- were 43% more likely to have had a critical system failure lasting more than 24 hours if they used unlicensed Windows.
根據這項由哈里森集團進行、但由微軟付費的研究，擁有24部以上、少於500部個人電腦的中型公司，若使用未授權視窗作業系統，遭遇持續逾24小時重大系統當機的機率高出43%。
Those businesses were also 28% more likely to lose customer data and 73% more likely to lose their own data than companies exclusively using licensed copies of Microsoft’s software.
相較於只使用授權版本微軟軟體的公司，那些企業遺失客戶資料的機率高出28%，遺失自己資料的機率也高出73%。
The Harrison Group reached those conclusions after interviewing IT professionals and business people at nearly 1,600 companies in the U.S., the U.K., China and Brazil.
哈里森集團訪問美、英、中及巴西近1600家公司的資訊技術專業人員及商務人士後，得出那些結論。
Microsoft used the report to defend Windows Genuine Advantage （WGA）, its antipiracy program that at times has come under fire from users.
微軟利用這項報告，為它的反盜版軟體Windows Genuine Advantage（WGA）辯護，該軟體時而遭到使用者抨擊。
新聞辭典 Dictionary
exclusively：副詞，獨佔地；排外地。例句：This room is exclusively for women.（這房間只對女士開放。）
at times：片語，偶爾。例句：Everyone may make mistakes at times. （每個人偶爾都會犯錯誤。）
under fire：片語，受到攻擊。例句：The mayor came under fire for being involved in a case of corruption.（這名市長因涉及一宗貪瀆案而遭受抨擊。）
2008年10月9日 星期四
971 Lesson 40
Lesson 40 Text A
Learn to Eat Like a Grown-up
MOTHER:
The table's laid. Come along, both of you, and let us begin.
FATHER:
I'm ready; I feel quite hungry.
CHRIS:
So am I; I could eat a horse.
MOTHER:
Well, we haven't got a horse for you , but what we have got is quite
nice. Sit there and see how well you can behave. Remember, you're
getting quite a big boy and must learn to eat like a grown-up.
CHRIS:
DOes that mean that I can eat more?
MOTHER:
We want you to make a good meal, though we don't want you to stuff
yourself. Your place has been laid just like ours.
CHRIS:
What's this little plate for?
MOTHER:
That's for your bread. Most people eat a little bread with their meat
and vegetables.
CHRIS:
Mother, aren't you going to cut my meat up for me any more?
MOTHER:
No, I'm not. We have put a knife and fork for you and you must learn .
how to use them. Here is your meat; help yourself to vegetables from
the dish Don't take more than you can eat.
CHRIS:
All right; Mother; may I take some mustard?
FATHER:
You may, but I don't think you'll like it. You'll find it hot. Now
sit up properly; don't lean back and don't Iean too far forward.
MOTHER:
And take your elbows off the table-cloth.
FATHER:
And don't take too much on your fork. You shouldn't open your mouth
wide at meals.
MOTHER:
And n't make a noise when you are eating.
CHRIS:
Good gracious!I think it would be better if I took my plate away to
the nursery. I shan't be able to eat at, all if I try to remember
all those things.
FATHER:
Stay where you are. You'll soon learn.(Chris begins to eat; he puts
some vegetables into his mouth with his knife. )
MOTHER:
What are you doi ng? Don't you know that you must never put you knife
into your mouth?
CHRIS:
But why, Mummy? It's easier like that sometimes.
FATHER:
You .might cut your mouth. Do you want to make your mouth bigger than it k.
is? Use your for
CHRIS:
No, I don't. But I might prick my tongue with the points of my fork.
FATHER:
Well, you must learn not to.
MOTHER:
There, leave the lad alone. He'll soon learn. Have you finished, dear?
Lay your knife and fork on your plate. No, don't cross them. Put the
handles towards you.
FATHER:
Now, here come the sweets. Here's your plate. Use that spoon and fork;
use your fork more than your spoon.
CHRIS
But why? Isn't it polite to use the spoon?
MOTHER:
Of course it is, but most people use the fork more. than the spoon. Use
the spoon when you have to.
CHRIS:
You mean for eating very soft stuff?
MOTHER:
That's right. Why, you haven't drunk any water! (Chris drinks some water
and puts his glass down on the left of his plate. )
FATHER:
Not there. On your right.
CHRISL
But why?
FATHER:
Because it is nearer to your right hand. It's handier there.
CHRIS:
All right, Dad. There seems to be a great deal to learn. Give me some more
pudding, Mother
MoTHER:
"Give me" doesn't get; say, "Please may I have?"
CHRIS:
Please may I have some more pudding?
MoTHER:
Here you are. What's that I see? Dirty hands? See that you don't come to
table with dirty hands again.
FATHER:
And brush your hair next time you come.
CHRIS:
I'll try to remember. But you mustn't expect me to learn every't'hing at
once. May I get down now?
MoTHER:
Very well. Run along.
Text B A Red Cross Nurse
Mary wanted to be a nurse when she left school , but in the meantime, she joined the Red Cross and had some limited training She was taught that, in case of an accident-and they were plentiful in her town-she should give first aid at once and then send' for a doctor.
One day, there was an accident in a busy street, and when Mazy arrived soon after, she saw a man bending over a woman who had been accidentally knocked down by a car and was lying motionless in the street. Mary ran up, pushed the man away, informed the crowd that she was a Red Cross nurse and began to help the wounded woinan.
After a few minutes, the man who had been bending overthe woman when Mary arrived touched her on the shoulder and said, "When you reach the part about sending for a doctor,don't worry. I'm here already. " Questions on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the passage to your partner. We say that a person has good manners if he or she behaves politely andis kind and helpful to others. Everyone likes a person with good manners but no one likes a person with bad manners. "Yes," you may say, "but what are good manners? How does one know what to do and what not to do?"
Well, here are some examples of the things that a well-mannered person does or does not do.He never laughs at people when they are in trouble. Instead, he tries to help them. He is always kind, never cruel, to people. When people are waiting for a bus, or in a post office, he takes his turn. He does not push to the front line of the queue. In the bus he gives his seat to an older person or a lady who is standing. If he accidentally bumps into someone, or gets in their way, he says "Excuse me" or "I'm sorry".
He says "Please" when lte makes a request , and "Thank you" when he receives something. He stands up when he is speaking to a lady or an older person, he does not sit down until the other person is seated. He does not in'terrupt other people when they are talking. He does not talk too much himself. He does not talk loudly or laugh loudly in public. When he is eating he does not speak with his mouth full of food. He uses a handkerchief when he sneezes or coughs.
Learn to Eat Like a Grown-up
MOTHER:
The table's laid. Come along, both of you, and let us begin.
FATHER:
I'm ready; I feel quite hungry.
CHRIS:
So am I; I could eat a horse.
MOTHER:
Well, we haven't got a horse for you , but what we have got is quite
nice. Sit there and see how well you can behave. Remember, you're
getting quite a big boy and must learn to eat like a grown-up.
CHRIS:
DOes that mean that I can eat more?
MOTHER:
We want you to make a good meal, though we don't want you to stuff
yourself. Your place has been laid just like ours.
CHRIS:
What's this little plate for?
MOTHER:
That's for your bread. Most people eat a little bread with their meat
and vegetables.
CHRIS:
Mother, aren't you going to cut my meat up for me any more?
MOTHER:
No, I'm not. We have put a knife and fork for you and you must learn .
how to use them. Here is your meat; help yourself to vegetables from
the dish Don't take more than you can eat.
CHRIS:
All right; Mother; may I take some mustard?
FATHER:
You may, but I don't think you'll like it. You'll find it hot. Now
sit up properly; don't lean back and don't Iean too far forward.
MOTHER:
And take your elbows off the table-cloth.
FATHER:
And don't take too much on your fork. You shouldn't open your mouth
wide at meals.
MOTHER:
And n't make a noise when you are eating.
CHRIS:
Good gracious!I think it would be better if I took my plate away to
the nursery. I shan't be able to eat at, all if I try to remember
all those things.
FATHER:
Stay where you are. You'll soon learn.(Chris begins to eat; he puts
some vegetables into his mouth with his knife. )
MOTHER:
What are you doi ng? Don't you know that you must never put you knife
into your mouth?
CHRIS:
But why, Mummy? It's easier like that sometimes.
FATHER:
You .might cut your mouth. Do you want to make your mouth bigger than it k.
is? Use your for
CHRIS:
No, I don't. But I might prick my tongue with the points of my fork.
FATHER:
Well, you must learn not to.
MOTHER:
There, leave the lad alone. He'll soon learn. Have you finished, dear?
Lay your knife and fork on your plate. No, don't cross them. Put the
handles towards you.
FATHER:
Now, here come the sweets. Here's your plate. Use that spoon and fork;
use your fork more than your spoon.
CHRIS
But why? Isn't it polite to use the spoon?
MOTHER:
Of course it is, but most people use the fork more. than the spoon. Use
the spoon when you have to.
CHRIS:
You mean for eating very soft stuff?
MOTHER:
That's right. Why, you haven't drunk any water! (Chris drinks some water
and puts his glass down on the left of his plate. )
FATHER:
Not there. On your right.
CHRISL
But why?
FATHER:
Because it is nearer to your right hand. It's handier there.
CHRIS:
All right, Dad. There seems to be a great deal to learn. Give me some more
pudding, Mother
MoTHER:
"Give me" doesn't get; say, "Please may I have?"
CHRIS:
Please may I have some more pudding?
MoTHER:
Here you are. What's that I see? Dirty hands? See that you don't come to
table with dirty hands again.
FATHER:
And brush your hair next time you come.
CHRIS:
I'll try to remember. But you mustn't expect me to learn every't'hing at
once. May I get down now?
MoTHER:
Very well. Run along.
Text B A Red Cross Nurse
Mary wanted to be a nurse when she left school , but in the meantime, she joined the Red Cross and had some limited training She was taught that, in case of an accident-and they were plentiful in her town-she should give first aid at once and then send' for a doctor.
One day, there was an accident in a busy street, and when Mazy arrived soon after, she saw a man bending over a woman who had been accidentally knocked down by a car and was lying motionless in the street. Mary ran up, pushed the man away, informed the crowd that she was a Red Cross nurse and began to help the wounded woinan.
After a few minutes, the man who had been bending overthe woman when Mary arrived touched her on the shoulder and said, "When you reach the part about sending for a doctor,don't worry. I'm here already. " Questions on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the passage to your partner. We say that a person has good manners if he or she behaves politely andis kind and helpful to others. Everyone likes a person with good manners but no one likes a person with bad manners. "Yes," you may say, "but what are good manners? How does one know what to do and what not to do?"
Well, here are some examples of the things that a well-mannered person does or does not do.He never laughs at people when they are in trouble. Instead, he tries to help them. He is always kind, never cruel, to people. When people are waiting for a bus, or in a post office, he takes his turn. He does not push to the front line of the queue. In the bus he gives his seat to an older person or a lady who is standing. If he accidentally bumps into someone, or gets in their way, he says "Excuse me" or "I'm sorry".
He says "Please" when lte makes a request , and "Thank you" when he receives something. He stands up when he is speaking to a lady or an older person, he does not sit down until the other person is seated. He does not in'terrupt other people when they are talking. He does not talk too much himself. He does not talk loudly or laugh loudly in public. When he is eating he does not speak with his mouth full of food. He uses a handkerchief when he sneezes or coughs.
971 Lesson 39
Lesson 39 Text A My Father's Son It's hard being an astronaut's son. I mean, everybody expects you to be special or perfect, and I'm just an average elevenyear-old kid. I'm an average student, and I'm average, too, when it comes to basketball, football, soccer, and baseball. I often wonder how my father ever had a son like me. I mean he's so special and so good at everything he does. In high school he was captain of the football team, class president, and editor of the school newspaper.
Well, to tell you the truth,I do have a little talent that nobody knows about. I write poems and stories and keep them in a red notebook in my bottom desk drawer. Nowadays I dream about being a famous writer, but I used to dream about doing something spectacular to impress my father and make him proud of me-something like rescuing a child from a burning building or chasing a robber away from an old lady.
I was daydreaming in school one morning ( which I do often). I was daydreaming about being some kind of hero, like discovering an instant cure for cancer or a shot for mental illness, when I heard my English teacher announce a Father's Day essay contest for the whole school. "I hope we have a winner right here in my English class,
she said. "The PTA has donated three cash prizes- one hundred dollars for first prize, fifty dollars for second, and twenty-five dollars for third prize. " After school I walked home, thinking about the essay I would write. My father is an astronaut, I would start out. No, I decided. I wouldn't do that. The whole country and maybe even the whole world saw my father as an astronaut , but that wasn't the way I saw him.
When Igot home, I kissed my mom quickly. Then I went upstairs to my room and sat down with a pen and a pad of paper. I started to think about what I would write. How did I see my father. Hmm. I saw him sitting with me in the dark23 when I was a little kid and had a nightmare. I saw him teaching me how to use a bat and how to throw a baseball. I remembered how he hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was hit and killed by a car.
And I remembered how he surprised me with a new puppy at my eighth birthday party. When I started to cry, he told all the kids that I had a bad allergy. "David's allergy bothers him a lot this time of year," Dad said. And I remembered how he sat and tried to explain death to me when Grandpa Bob died. These were the things I was going to write about my dad. To me, he wasn't just a world-famous astronaut. He was my dad.
I wrote about all these memories and put them in my essay. I handed it in the next day and was surprised to find out that the winning essays would be read in the auditorium on Thursday night. A11 the parents and students were invited. My parents and I went to school Thursday night. One of our neighbours said, "I bet you'll win the contest, David. I bet you wrote what it's like to be the son of an astronaut, and you're the only one in town who could write about that. "
My dad looked at me, and I shrugged. I hadn't sliown him the essay, and now I almost hoped Lwouldn't win. I didn't want; to win just because my father was an astronaut.When third prize was announced and it wasn't me, I was relieved and disappointed at the same time, Ellen Gordon won third prize, and she read her essay. Ellen. is adopted, and she wrote a.bout her "better than real" father. When she got to the end,I heard people in the audience sniffing and blowing their noses. My mother sniffed, and my father cleared his throat.
The second-prize winner was announced next. It was me. I went up to the stage, my knees shaking. I read my essay and wondered if my voice was shaking, too. It was scary standing up in front of all those people. I called my essay "My Father's Son. " I watched my parents as I read. When I finished reading, the audience applauded. I saw my father blowing his nose. Tears were running down my mother's face. I went backto my seat.
"I see you have an allergy , too , Dad , " I tried to joke.Dad nodded, cleared his throat, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son, this is the proudest moment of my life," he said. It was the proudest moment of my life, too. Maybe I'll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize, but just then, it was enough just to be my father's son.
Text B The Wrong Sex or the Wrong Clothes?
Sylvia and Larry both work for a big company in London. They work in different departments. They are having lunch in the canteen.
SYLVIA:
We've got a new manager in our department.
LARRY:
Oh? You hoped to get that job, didn't you?
SYLVIA:
Yes, I did.
LARRY:
I'm sorry. That's too bad. Who is it? Who got the job, I mean?
SYLVIA:
Someone called Drexler. Carl Drexler. He's been with the company only
two years. I've been here longer. And I know more about the job , too
LARRY:
Hmm. Why do you think they gave it to him and not to you?
SYLVIA:
Because I'm the wrong sex , of course !
LARRY:
You mean you didn't get the job because you're a woman?
SYLVIA:
Yes, that was probably it! It isn't fair.
LARRY:
What sort of clothes does he wear?
SYLVTA:
A dark suit. White shirt. A tie. Why?
LARRY:
Perhaps that had something to do with it.
SYLVIA:
You mean you think I didn't get the job because I come to work in jeans
and a sweater?
LARRY:
It's possible, isn't it?
SYLVIA:
Do you really think I should wear different clothes?
LARRY:
Well. . . perhaps you should think about it.
SYLVTA:
Why should I wear a skirt? Or a dress?
LARRY:
I'm not saying you should. I'm saying you should think about it. That's all!
SYLVIA:
Why should I do that? I'm good at my job! That's the only important thing !
LARRY:
Hmm. Perhaps it should be the only important thing. But it isn't. Not in
this company.
Questions on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. The Clever Servant A long time ago, there was a rich old man who loved wine andfood above everything else. And he had a servant who loved drinking and eating as much as his master did. Each time the rich old man went out, he had to hide his wine and food away. Bot each time the servant found them and he helped himself to the bottles of wine and all the nice food. Of course, the rich old man knew who did it and was displeased. But he could do neth:ag about it, because he had never caught his servant drinking his wine or eating his food.
One day the old man was invited to dinner at the home of one of his friends. He did not know what to de with the wine, meat and chicken he had just bought. Certainly he could not leave them to the servant. Then he had an idea. He called up the servant and said to him:
"I'll be away for the whole evening, and I'll leave you to look after the house. In the cupboard there are two bottles filled with poison. Be careful about it. You'll be killed if you take even a drop of it. There is also some meat and chicken in the cupboard. Take care of them. " With these words the rich old man left home.
As soon as the master turned his back, the servant opened the cupboard and began to enjoy all the nice things in it. He emptied the two bottles and ate up the meat, the chicken and everything else he found in the cupboard. He was satisfied and soon fell asleep.At mid-nightthe rich old man returned home. He looked into the cupboard and, to his great surprise, all his wine and food were gone. He was mad with anger and called the servant up.
"Oh, Master," the servant began before the old man could open his mouth. "While you were away, the neighbour's black cat stole into our kitchen and ate up everything in the cupboard. I knew you would be very angry with me. I was so afraid that I drank the two bottles of poison to kill myself. " There were even tears in the servant's eyes. "Oh, Master," he continued. "Please don't get angry with a dying man. I'll soon be dead. " The rich old man, of course, did not believe a word of his story. But again, he muld do nothing about it.
Well, to tell you the truth,I do have a little talent that nobody knows about. I write poems and stories and keep them in a red notebook in my bottom desk drawer. Nowadays I dream about being a famous writer, but I used to dream about doing something spectacular to impress my father and make him proud of me-something like rescuing a child from a burning building or chasing a robber away from an old lady.
I was daydreaming in school one morning ( which I do often). I was daydreaming about being some kind of hero, like discovering an instant cure for cancer or a shot for mental illness, when I heard my English teacher announce a Father's Day essay contest for the whole school. "I hope we have a winner right here in my English class,
she said. "The PTA has donated three cash prizes- one hundred dollars for first prize, fifty dollars for second, and twenty-five dollars for third prize. " After school I walked home, thinking about the essay I would write. My father is an astronaut, I would start out. No, I decided. I wouldn't do that. The whole country and maybe even the whole world saw my father as an astronaut , but that wasn't the way I saw him.
When Igot home, I kissed my mom quickly. Then I went upstairs to my room and sat down with a pen and a pad of paper. I started to think about what I would write. How did I see my father. Hmm. I saw him sitting with me in the dark23 when I was a little kid and had a nightmare. I saw him teaching me how to use a bat and how to throw a baseball. I remembered how he hugged me for hours when my dog Spotty was hit and killed by a car.
And I remembered how he surprised me with a new puppy at my eighth birthday party. When I started to cry, he told all the kids that I had a bad allergy. "David's allergy bothers him a lot this time of year," Dad said. And I remembered how he sat and tried to explain death to me when Grandpa Bob died. These were the things I was going to write about my dad. To me, he wasn't just a world-famous astronaut. He was my dad.
I wrote about all these memories and put them in my essay. I handed it in the next day and was surprised to find out that the winning essays would be read in the auditorium on Thursday night. A11 the parents and students were invited. My parents and I went to school Thursday night. One of our neighbours said, "I bet you'll win the contest, David. I bet you wrote what it's like to be the son of an astronaut, and you're the only one in town who could write about that. "
My dad looked at me, and I shrugged. I hadn't sliown him the essay, and now I almost hoped Lwouldn't win. I didn't want; to win just because my father was an astronaut.When third prize was announced and it wasn't me, I was relieved and disappointed at the same time, Ellen Gordon won third prize, and she read her essay. Ellen. is adopted, and she wrote a.bout her "better than real" father. When she got to the end,I heard people in the audience sniffing and blowing their noses. My mother sniffed, and my father cleared his throat.
The second-prize winner was announced next. It was me. I went up to the stage, my knees shaking. I read my essay and wondered if my voice was shaking, too. It was scary standing up in front of all those people. I called my essay "My Father's Son. " I watched my parents as I read. When I finished reading, the audience applauded. I saw my father blowing his nose. Tears were running down my mother's face. I went backto my seat.
"I see you have an allergy , too , Dad , " I tried to joke.Dad nodded, cleared his throat, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son, this is the proudest moment of my life," he said. It was the proudest moment of my life, too. Maybe I'll never be a great hero or win a Nobel Prize, but just then, it was enough just to be my father's son.
Text B The Wrong Sex or the Wrong Clothes?
Sylvia and Larry both work for a big company in London. They work in different departments. They are having lunch in the canteen.
SYLVIA:
We've got a new manager in our department.
LARRY:
Oh? You hoped to get that job, didn't you?
SYLVIA:
Yes, I did.
LARRY:
I'm sorry. That's too bad. Who is it? Who got the job, I mean?
SYLVIA:
Someone called Drexler. Carl Drexler. He's been with the company only
two years. I've been here longer. And I know more about the job , too
LARRY:
Hmm. Why do you think they gave it to him and not to you?
SYLVIA:
Because I'm the wrong sex , of course !
LARRY:
You mean you didn't get the job because you're a woman?
SYLVIA:
Yes, that was probably it! It isn't fair.
LARRY:
What sort of clothes does he wear?
SYLVTA:
A dark suit. White shirt. A tie. Why?
LARRY:
Perhaps that had something to do with it.
SYLVIA:
You mean you think I didn't get the job because I come to work in jeans
and a sweater?
LARRY:
It's possible, isn't it?
SYLVIA:
Do you really think I should wear different clothes?
LARRY:
Well. . . perhaps you should think about it.
SYLVTA:
Why should I wear a skirt? Or a dress?
LARRY:
I'm not saying you should. I'm saying you should think about it. That's all!
SYLVIA:
Why should I do that? I'm good at my job! That's the only important thing !
LARRY:
Hmm. Perhaps it should be the only important thing. But it isn't. Not in
this company.
Questions on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. The Clever Servant A long time ago, there was a rich old man who loved wine andfood above everything else. And he had a servant who loved drinking and eating as much as his master did. Each time the rich old man went out, he had to hide his wine and food away. Bot each time the servant found them and he helped himself to the bottles of wine and all the nice food. Of course, the rich old man knew who did it and was displeased. But he could do neth:ag about it, because he had never caught his servant drinking his wine or eating his food.
One day the old man was invited to dinner at the home of one of his friends. He did not know what to de with the wine, meat and chicken he had just bought. Certainly he could not leave them to the servant. Then he had an idea. He called up the servant and said to him:
"I'll be away for the whole evening, and I'll leave you to look after the house. In the cupboard there are two bottles filled with poison. Be careful about it. You'll be killed if you take even a drop of it. There is also some meat and chicken in the cupboard. Take care of them. " With these words the rich old man left home.
As soon as the master turned his back, the servant opened the cupboard and began to enjoy all the nice things in it. He emptied the two bottles and ate up the meat, the chicken and everything else he found in the cupboard. He was satisfied and soon fell asleep.At mid-nightthe rich old man returned home. He looked into the cupboard and, to his great surprise, all his wine and food were gone. He was mad with anger and called the servant up.
"Oh, Master," the servant began before the old man could open his mouth. "While you were away, the neighbour's black cat stole into our kitchen and ate up everything in the cupboard. I knew you would be very angry with me. I was so afraid that I drank the two bottles of poison to kill myself. " There were even tears in the servant's eyes. "Oh, Master," he continued. "Please don't get angry with a dying man. I'll soon be dead. " The rich old man, of course, did not believe a word of his story. But again, he muld do nothing about it.
971 Lesson 38
Lesson 38 Text A Can't She Type? The well-known banker, T. J. Ellington, was at one time in his younger days the manager of a New York office. His secretary had been with him for many years, and knew his ways and habits. She always kept a glass of water on his desk, and knew that he disliked flowers in the office. He had a habit of interrupting a letter (when she was writing it down) with a few words on other subjects which had no connection with the letter; but she knew how to deal with that. She was never late , and was always willing to work beyond office hours when necessary. Therefore, when she left the office to get married, Ellington felt rather sorry for himself.
In those days good secretaries were hard to find. Ellington rang up the office in the city which had supplied him before; but the woman there said that she had no one suitable. He tried several other places, but the answer was always the same. There did not seem to be any secretaries unemployed. But it was absolutely necessary for him to find someone , and at last he rang up the first office again and urged the woman to find a girl who could at least type.
"Well," she said slowly, "there's Miss Steele. " "Good!" cried Ellington. "Send her along at once. I reallymust have someone here immediately. " "I'm not sure about her," said the woman doubtfully. "Why? Can't she type? Is she too old?" "Oh, she's quite young. In fact she's only just left the Secretarial College. She types very well indeed. " "Well, then, what's the matter? Send her here at once. " "All right, if you say so. But she's a bit simple. "
Miss Steele arrived soon afterwards, and he explained her duties to her. At first she refused to accept the post; she said that she had had no experience and was not used to such work. But after a further conversation he managed to persuade her to come, at least for a week or two. She agreed, but her face had a doubtful expression on it as she went out.
On the following morning Miss Steele arrived at the office ready for work. Ellington had one letter to which he wished to reply immediately, and he rang the bell. Miss Steele came in quietly and sat down, pencil in hand and notebook on knee. Ellington told her to take a letter, and was glad to see that she could write as fast as he spoke. It was soon done and she went out to type it. "Well , " thought Ellington, "there doesn't seem to be much wrong with that girl."
A short time later she entered the office again and placed a letter, beautifuily typed on his desk. He looked at it with pleasure, but read it with surprise. It was as follows:"24thJuly, 1976. "Mr James Vandenberg, "His address is on this letter. Here! Take it with yau."Dear Sir,
"I thank you for your letter of yesterday's date. I think the question of the electric motors needs further consideration, and as time is important, it will probably be best if we meet to discuss it. There's that cat outside the mindozv again. Please tell Miss Harper to remove it and keep it away. I've told her before about it. I should take it as a favour if you would lunch with me on Friday next. What's happened to my glass of water this morning? We may then be able to settle the matter finally. I don't like flozvers in the office. Please remove them. I usually lunch at one o'clock. Please let me know if that time will suit you. This letter is zmportant and I want you to type it carefully. "Yours faithfully,"
Text B A Quiz on General Knowledge
Charles Kent and Tony Smith are playing a game. They are asking each other questions about general knowledge
CHARLES:
When was America discovered, Tony?
TONY:
I'm not certain. Do you know?
CHARLES:
America was discovered by Christopher Columbus in 1492.
TONY:
In a way that's right. But the Vikings travelled there long before
Columbus. And what about the Red Indians?
CHARLES:
All right. Ask me a question now.
TONY:
Who invented the electric light bulb?
CHARLES:
That's easy. It was invented by Edison.
TONY:
Correct. Now fora harder question. Who will be the first tnen on Mars?
CHARLES:
I can't answer that. But I think Mars will be visited by men before the
end of this century.
TONY:
Ask me a question now.
CHARI.ES:
All right. What is the nearest planet to the sun?
TONY:
That's easy. It's .. er... Venus. NO. Pluto. No. Wait a minute. It's on
the tip of my tongue. Oh dear, what is the nearest planet to the sun?
Question on Text B7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while readingand retell the story to your partner. Billy is fourteen years old and in the ninth grade. He had a part-time job which gets him up every morning at five o'clock. He is a newspaper boy.
Each morning, Billy leaves the house at 5:15 to go to the corner where the newspapers are. The newspapers were delivered to the corner by truck at midnight. He always takes a wagon to carry them. In the winter it is still dark when he gets up, but during the rest of the year it is light. Billy must deliver the newspapers to the houses of people on his route in all kinds of weather. He tries to put each paper on the porch where it will be protected from wind and rain or snow. His customers think he does a good job. Sometimes they give him tips.
Billy earns about $ 70 per month, and he is saving some of the money to go to college. He spends the rest on records and clothes. Once a month, he has to collect money from his customers. Since many of them work during the day, Billy has to collect the money at night. Sometimes, when Billy is sick, his older brother has to deliver the newspapers. Once, Billy's father had to help.
Billy has seventy customers now, but he hopes to get more soon. Someday, if he gets many more customers, Billy might win a prize for being an outstanding newspaper boy. He wants to win a trip to Europe, but he will be happy if he wins a new bicycle.
971 Lesson 37
Lesson 37 Text A Do You Know Who I Am? Mr Smith is well known in Washington because of his many social blunders. He alwavs likes to attend the various social functions because he wants to expand his circle of friend. Whenever he is invited , he goes , unless he is ill.
Recently he received an invitation to a fashionable banquet. Although he did not know the hostess, he accepted the invitation. He was secretly very pleased, because he felt that his reputation as a desirable guest was growing. When he arrived. at the banquet hall, he found that about one hundred people had been invited. He began to move around the hall. He spoke to other guests whether he knew them or not. He soon realized that he had never met any of the other people present, although they seemed to know each other.
At dinner, he was seated beside a very dignified woman. The woman tried to be friendly even though she had never met Mr Smith before. She spoke politely, whenever he spoke to her. Between the first and second course of the meal , she turned to Mr Smith and said, "Do you see that gray-haired man at the end of the table? The one with the glasses. "
"Ah, yes. Who is he?" asked Mr Smith. "He's the Secretary of the Interior!" she replied. Mr Smith said: "So that's the Secretary of the Interior! I'm afraid that I find very little to admire about him, although he is the Secretary. " The woman stiffened and did not reply. Smith continued in spite of her coldness. "I really can't see how he received his appointment, unless he is perhaps a relative of the President. "
"It hardly matters whether you like the Secretary of not," she said. "He was chosen because the President thought he was the man for the job If he does the job well, you should have no complairit. " "That's just it,"persisted Smith. "No one does the things he does , unless he is a complete fool ! "
"Sir! "said the woman in all her dignity. "Do you know who I am?" "No," replied Smith. "I am the Secretary's wife, "she said coldly. Mr Smith was flabbergasted, but he went on in spite of his embarrassment. "Madam, do you know who I am?" "No, I don't," the woman replied. "Thank goodness! "exclaimed Mr Smith, as he quickly left the table.
Text B Hands Up!
This was the conversation in the expensive shop in London. A man and a woman walked in and . . .
SALESMAN:
Can I help you?
WOMAN:
Yes , we're looking for a watch. It's for me.
SALESMAN:
I see. What price are you interested in?
MAN:
The price doesn't matter. But it must be a gold watch.
WOMAN:
And automatic. I must have an automatic watch !
SALESMAN:
Hmm... something like this, perhaps. It's one of our best watches. Made in
Switzerland. Fully automatic. With a calendar and...
MAN:
It's nice .. . but haven't you got anything better?
SALESMAN:
Better? Better than this? Well , we have some Orly de luxe watches...
probably the best watch in the world. But I'm afraid they're far more
expensive than this one. They cost. . .
MAN:
Would you show us one, please?
WOMAAN:
Yes , could we see one of them . please?
SALESMAN:
They're in the managcr's office. You sce, we don't. . .
MAN:
Could you possibly get onc or two of them now?
SAI.EsMAN:
Er. . . yes , of course. Would you wait here for a moment. Please?
(He goes to the manager'sd knocks on the door. )
MANAGEK:
Come in.
SALESMAN:
Mr Crawford, I have two customers who..
WOMAN:
All right ! Hands up ! Stand over there !
MANAGER/
SALEsMAN:
What in the world. . .
MAN:
Shut up! And open that safe ! Come on! Open it !
MANAGER:
I. . . I can't open it.
MAN:
What do you mean? You must open it.
MANAGER:
You told. me to. put my hands up. How can I open the safe with my hands up?
Question on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. Henry D. Penrose was a dog with a pedigree. He lived in a fine stone house with white marble steps and red velvet drapes on every window. His owner, Professor Randolph Penrose, was quite rich. Each morning Henry was driven to Obedience School in a long black limousine. "
Each afternoon he was fed two grilled lamb chops for lunch. Each evening he fell asleep in his fur-lined basket in front of the fire- place. On Saturdays he was groomed at Miss Fifi's Shop. And on Sundays he accompanied the professor to the park, where a classical orchestra played soothing music and the grass was cool and fragrant.
Professor Penrose would stroke Henry's shiny coat and say, "You have the life, Henry my boy!" And Henry certainly had to agree. Then one day it all changed. Just. Like. That. professor Penrose received a telegram offering him a chance to dig for dinosaur bones in Idaho. For one entire year. There was only one problem. The telegram stated quite firmly in the largest letters possible: NO PETS ALLOWED!
The cook, Mrs Washburn, agreed to take Henry to her home until the professor returned. Professor Penrose hated to send Henry to live on the other side of the city. There were no marble steps or red velvet drapes on Mrs Washburn's property. But Henry was buttoned into his red plaid coat and driven to the Washburn residence. Henry stepped out of the limousine. He was so shocked that his ears stuck out like two car doors.
Such an untidy home he had never seen. It was all he could do to maintain a sense of dignity. He was picking his way through the toys on the muddy front steps when a tumble of children spilled onto the porch, scooped him up, and before you could say"One-two"Henry was deposited in a sea of soap bubbles in the Washburn bathtub. Each time he tried to jump out, little hands pushed him back in. "Don't be too rough, children," said Mrs Washburn. "Henry isn't used to such fun. "
Dinner that evening was a big steamy ham bone. Bits of cabbage fell from it as one of the children tossed it from the pot to Henry. What! thought Henry. No plate? He wondered if he'd ever see a grilled lamb chop again. By bedtime, Henry was exhausted. His fur-lined basket had been left behind. Where would he sleep?
Just then two of the children carried him off to a room with three bunk beds. "Henry's sleeping with me ! " announced one child , pulling him to one bunk. "Oh no! Henry's sleeping with me!" protested another, yanking him toward another bunk. A third child elbowed his way in, and Henry flopped to the floor.
Before he could crawl under one of the beds, a pillow fight broke out. Thwack! A pillow smacked into Henry's face. He barked. Loud! Mrs Washburn came scurrying down the hallway. The children scattered into their beds. "Why, Henry!" scolded Mrs Washburn. "You never barked like that before! Quiet down, or the children will never get to sleep!"
On Sunday there was no park or classical orchestra. No cool and fragrant grass. Just the Washburn's backyard with its dandelion clumps and creaky swings and a fort made out of empty cardboard boxes. The children wrestled with Henry. They scratched his ears and tied an old red Christmas ribbon around his neck. They tried to make him chase the cat next door. Baby Washburn even kissed him-a big, sloppy, wet, strawberry-lollipop kiss , right on the nose.
Later, when Baby toppled over onto Henry's tail, they both cried: ""Yeeeeooooooow ! Mrs Washburn poked her head out of the back door. "Don't hurt Baby, Henry. " Days, weeks, months passed. Henry learned to put up with pillow fights and strawberry kisses. He learned to ignore the neighbour's cat and to wriggle Christmas ribbons offhis neck. He even learned to eat steamy ham bones.
And then one day everything changed. Just. Like. That. Professor Penrose returned. , The long black limousine came to take Henry back to the professor's fine stone house. The Washburn children gathered on their front porch. Tears streamed down their cheeks. "Good-bye, Henry," they sniffled sadly. "Good-bye!"
That evening, after being groomed by Miss Fifi (who kept sighing over the tangles in his coat) and after being fed two plump, perfectly grilled lamb chops (in his own monogrammed dish), Henry climbed into his furlined basket in front of the fireplace. He yawned. He laid his head on his front paws. He closed his eyes. But he did not go to sleep.
Something was wrong. Everything was so quiet, so peaceful. Too quiet. Too peaceful. Henry climbed out of his basket. He nudged open the front door and headed down the road to the Washburn house. At first he walked properly, as he had been taught. Then he ran. When he arrived, he scratched at the door.
Mrs Washburn opened it. "Why, it's you, Henry. Welcome home!" Henry dashed up the stairs and into the children's bedroom. It was dark. Thwack! A pillow smacked into his face. Henry ducked under one of the beds. He smelled the faint scent of strawberry, and as he drifted off to sleep, he was thinking to himself; You have the life, Henry my boy. You have the life.
Recently he received an invitation to a fashionable banquet. Although he did not know the hostess, he accepted the invitation. He was secretly very pleased, because he felt that his reputation as a desirable guest was growing. When he arrived. at the banquet hall, he found that about one hundred people had been invited. He began to move around the hall. He spoke to other guests whether he knew them or not. He soon realized that he had never met any of the other people present, although they seemed to know each other.
At dinner, he was seated beside a very dignified woman. The woman tried to be friendly even though she had never met Mr Smith before. She spoke politely, whenever he spoke to her. Between the first and second course of the meal , she turned to Mr Smith and said, "Do you see that gray-haired man at the end of the table? The one with the glasses. "
"Ah, yes. Who is he?" asked Mr Smith. "He's the Secretary of the Interior!" she replied. Mr Smith said: "So that's the Secretary of the Interior! I'm afraid that I find very little to admire about him, although he is the Secretary. " The woman stiffened and did not reply. Smith continued in spite of her coldness. "I really can't see how he received his appointment, unless he is perhaps a relative of the President. "
"It hardly matters whether you like the Secretary of not," she said. "He was chosen because the President thought he was the man for the job If he does the job well, you should have no complairit. " "That's just it,"persisted Smith. "No one does the things he does , unless he is a complete fool ! "
"Sir! "said the woman in all her dignity. "Do you know who I am?" "No," replied Smith. "I am the Secretary's wife, "she said coldly. Mr Smith was flabbergasted, but he went on in spite of his embarrassment. "Madam, do you know who I am?" "No, I don't," the woman replied. "Thank goodness! "exclaimed Mr Smith, as he quickly left the table.
Text B Hands Up!
This was the conversation in the expensive shop in London. A man and a woman walked in and . . .
SALESMAN:
Can I help you?
WOMAN:
Yes , we're looking for a watch. It's for me.
SALESMAN:
I see. What price are you interested in?
MAN:
The price doesn't matter. But it must be a gold watch.
WOMAN:
And automatic. I must have an automatic watch !
SALESMAN:
Hmm... something like this, perhaps. It's one of our best watches. Made in
Switzerland. Fully automatic. With a calendar and...
MAN:
It's nice .. . but haven't you got anything better?
SALESMAN:
Better? Better than this? Well , we have some Orly de luxe watches...
probably the best watch in the world. But I'm afraid they're far more
expensive than this one. They cost. . .
MAN:
Would you show us one, please?
WOMAAN:
Yes , could we see one of them . please?
SALESMAN:
They're in the managcr's office. You sce, we don't. . .
MAN:
Could you possibly get onc or two of them now?
SAI.EsMAN:
Er. . . yes , of course. Would you wait here for a moment. Please?
(He goes to the manager'sd knocks on the door. )
MANAGEK:
Come in.
SALESMAN:
Mr Crawford, I have two customers who..
WOMAN:
All right ! Hands up ! Stand over there !
MANAGER/
SALEsMAN:
What in the world. . .
MAN:
Shut up! And open that safe ! Come on! Open it !
MANAGER:
I. . . I can't open it.
MAN:
What do you mean? You must open it.
MANAGER:
You told. me to. put my hands up. How can I open the safe with my hands up?
Question on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. Henry D. Penrose was a dog with a pedigree. He lived in a fine stone house with white marble steps and red velvet drapes on every window. His owner, Professor Randolph Penrose, was quite rich. Each morning Henry was driven to Obedience School in a long black limousine. "
Each afternoon he was fed two grilled lamb chops for lunch. Each evening he fell asleep in his fur-lined basket in front of the fire- place. On Saturdays he was groomed at Miss Fifi's Shop. And on Sundays he accompanied the professor to the park, where a classical orchestra played soothing music and the grass was cool and fragrant.
Professor Penrose would stroke Henry's shiny coat and say, "You have the life, Henry my boy!" And Henry certainly had to agree. Then one day it all changed. Just. Like. That. professor Penrose received a telegram offering him a chance to dig for dinosaur bones in Idaho. For one entire year. There was only one problem. The telegram stated quite firmly in the largest letters possible: NO PETS ALLOWED!
The cook, Mrs Washburn, agreed to take Henry to her home until the professor returned. Professor Penrose hated to send Henry to live on the other side of the city. There were no marble steps or red velvet drapes on Mrs Washburn's property. But Henry was buttoned into his red plaid coat and driven to the Washburn residence. Henry stepped out of the limousine. He was so shocked that his ears stuck out like two car doors.
Such an untidy home he had never seen. It was all he could do to maintain a sense of dignity. He was picking his way through the toys on the muddy front steps when a tumble of children spilled onto the porch, scooped him up, and before you could say"One-two"Henry was deposited in a sea of soap bubbles in the Washburn bathtub. Each time he tried to jump out, little hands pushed him back in. "Don't be too rough, children," said Mrs Washburn. "Henry isn't used to such fun. "
Dinner that evening was a big steamy ham bone. Bits of cabbage fell from it as one of the children tossed it from the pot to Henry. What! thought Henry. No plate? He wondered if he'd ever see a grilled lamb chop again. By bedtime, Henry was exhausted. His fur-lined basket had been left behind. Where would he sleep?
Just then two of the children carried him off to a room with three bunk beds. "Henry's sleeping with me ! " announced one child , pulling him to one bunk. "Oh no! Henry's sleeping with me!" protested another, yanking him toward another bunk. A third child elbowed his way in, and Henry flopped to the floor.
Before he could crawl under one of the beds, a pillow fight broke out. Thwack! A pillow smacked into Henry's face. He barked. Loud! Mrs Washburn came scurrying down the hallway. The children scattered into their beds. "Why, Henry!" scolded Mrs Washburn. "You never barked like that before! Quiet down, or the children will never get to sleep!"
On Sunday there was no park or classical orchestra. No cool and fragrant grass. Just the Washburn's backyard with its dandelion clumps and creaky swings and a fort made out of empty cardboard boxes. The children wrestled with Henry. They scratched his ears and tied an old red Christmas ribbon around his neck. They tried to make him chase the cat next door. Baby Washburn even kissed him-a big, sloppy, wet, strawberry-lollipop kiss , right on the nose.
Later, when Baby toppled over onto Henry's tail, they both cried: ""Yeeeeooooooow ! Mrs Washburn poked her head out of the back door. "Don't hurt Baby, Henry. " Days, weeks, months passed. Henry learned to put up with pillow fights and strawberry kisses. He learned to ignore the neighbour's cat and to wriggle Christmas ribbons offhis neck. He even learned to eat steamy ham bones.
And then one day everything changed. Just. Like. That. Professor Penrose returned. , The long black limousine came to take Henry back to the professor's fine stone house. The Washburn children gathered on their front porch. Tears streamed down their cheeks. "Good-bye, Henry," they sniffled sadly. "Good-bye!"
That evening, after being groomed by Miss Fifi (who kept sighing over the tangles in his coat) and after being fed two plump, perfectly grilled lamb chops (in his own monogrammed dish), Henry climbed into his furlined basket in front of the fireplace. He yawned. He laid his head on his front paws. He closed his eyes. But he did not go to sleep.
Something was wrong. Everything was so quiet, so peaceful. Too quiet. Too peaceful. Henry climbed out of his basket. He nudged open the front door and headed down the road to the Washburn house. At first he walked properly, as he had been taught. Then he ran. When he arrived, he scratched at the door.
Mrs Washburn opened it. "Why, it's you, Henry. Welcome home!" Henry dashed up the stairs and into the children's bedroom. It was dark. Thwack! A pillow smacked into his face. Henry ducked under one of the beds. He smelled the faint scent of strawberry, and as he drifted off to sleep, he was thinking to himself; You have the life, Henry my boy. You have the life.
971 Lesson 36
Lesson 36 Text A Three Wishes Once upon a time , there lived a woodman and his wife. They were very poor, and they lived in a cottage on the edge of a forest. Every day, the woodman would set out early in the, morning to chop down trees. .
As the woodman was travelling through the forest one day, he saw a fine old oak tree. "That will make plenty of planks," he thought, as he felt the blade of his axe to make sure it was sharp. He was about to strike the tree with the axe , when he heard someone crying out: "Please don't hurt this tree. "
The woodman looked around him and saw a tiny fairy. "If you do not hurt this tree , " she said , "I will grant you and yotar wife three wishes. " "I won't hurt the tree," said the woodman kindly. Then the fairy vanished ! That evening, the woodman walked slowly home. He was feeling very hungry and could not wait for his supper.
"Is my supper ready?" the woodman asked his wife. "Not for at least two hours, replied his wife. So the woodman sat in a chair by the fire. "I wish I had a big black sausage to eat right now," he said out loud. And suddenly, a delicious sausage appeared on the table before himt "Why has that black sausage suddenly appeared?" the woodman's wife asked.
So the woodman told his wife the story about the fairy. But his wife was very angry. "You have wasted the first of our wishes," she said crossly. "I wish that sausage were on your nose !" And with that, the sausage jumped up and stuck fast on the woodman's nose. His wife could not pull it off and nor could he, so the only thing to do was to w.ish it on the table again, which the woodman did.What a waste of three wishes! The only thing the woodman had was a good supper of black sausage.
Text B
They Threatened Me With a Knife
POLICE INSPECTOR: Good evening , sir. I understand that you have been robbed.
MR LEE:
I certainly have.
P. L:
When did this happen?
MR LEE:
About two hours ago.
P. L:
Why didn't you report it before?
MR LEE:
I couldn't. I was bound and gagged.
P. L:
Please tell me exactly what happened
MR LEE:
I was sitting in this room watching television when someone knocked on the
door. Without thinking, I opened it.
P. L:
That wasn't very wise , sir.
MR LEE:
I know. I was expecting my wife, you see, and thought it was her.
P.L:
You should never open a door without looking to see who it is.
MR LEE:
Yes , I know. I regret it very much.
P.L:
What happened?
MR LEE:
Two men pushed into the flat. One of them threatened me with a knife while the
other bound and gagged me.
P.L:
Did you get a good look at them?
MR LEE:
I'm afraid not. They were both wearing stockings over their faces.
P.L:
What did they take?
MR LEE:
My wallet, with $200 in it, my wristwatch. some of my wife's jewellery from
our bedroom, and a silver photoframe.
P. L:
They don't seem to have done much damage to the flat.
MR LEE:
No. They had just begun to search when the dogs next door began to bark. They
ran off then leaving me bound and gagged. It was some time before my wife
returned and released me. I phoned the police at once.
P.L:
My men began searching the area as soon as we received your call. I can't promise you
that we'll recover your property but we'll certainly do our best.
Question on Text B
7 . Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. Now I know why birds sit on telephone lines. They listen. I am either nine or ten years old. At the orphanage they call me Miguel. When I want to feel improtant, I say, "Call me Don Miguel. " I used to act important all the time because 1 felt I wasn't.
Back then, no one liked me very much because I didn't like other peo But last year, I began to learn two important things: I was learning to see, not just look. And I was learning to listen, not just hear. I used to lie in the dark and make up relatives that I didn't have. My favorite relative was a nice old man who spoke Spanish, like me.
One day a man came to see me. He said he was my uncle. "I don't have an uncle," I said. "Now you do , " he said. He was an old man who liked children. He had a boy once who went to Korea. His daughter moved to the City. He said the City can be a difficult place in which to live. He taught me how to see and listen. I don't know if he is my uncle or not; neither did he, but he came to see me often. I guess if you act like an uncle all the time, you are one.
I was not a good student before my uncle came along. He took me walking in the fields. At one point he spread his arms and said. "It is all here. " "What?" I said. "Everything you need to know," he replied.
At first it appeared to be nothing more than just a few trees. I thought I was nowhere. Then he had me close n-.y eyes. First I heard the breeze in the grass, then in the trees. I also heard a faraway train and a barking dog. For a while I heard nothing. I was almost scared. He said to listen harder. I heard my heart beat. beause I used to be so sad, I had almost forgotten that I had a heart.
Once I asked him who he was. "An experiment , " he said. "What kind of an experiment?" I said. He grinned and said, "Nobody knows. Like you, there is no one in the world like me. So who is to say what I will be. "
One day in the field he showed me the way the breeze made the trees move. The rustling of the leaves made a sound that frightened a nearby bird. It flew away. We watched the bird drop an acorn. "The bird , " he said , "cari make a seed move. From that seed the oak can grow fifty feet tall. It will be a friend to those who want one. "
I always knew that trees were there, but I never knew they were real like me. One Sunday I was angry. When my uncle came , I said : "I don't have anything. I wish I had something. " "You have everything worth having," he said. "And I will give you even more. I will give some secrets of the Universe. Do you believe me?" "Yes," I said, wanting to believe him.
He gave me three small seeds. "Put each seed into a small box filled with dirt. Then care for them. Talk to them if you wish. They will grow with you. " Now they are in larger boxes. One of t.he plants has grown up to my knee. I sometimes wonder what else it is up to.
Another time we were walking in the field when we saw two birds on a telephone line. They seemed so peaceful. Then suddenly they flew away. My uncle just laughed. "See," he said."Someone said something they didn't like.& careful what you tell the birds."One night I passed by the office of the orphanage. A man I don't iike very much was on the phone. He was angry and loud.
When he'left, I went into the office and picked up the phone. I heard the funniest sound. "Listen," I said. "Listen, liirds. Come on back, never mind what he says. We like you. " One day-Unele did not come: I waited and waited but he did not come. The man I don't like at the orphanage said Uncle was sick.
"May I go and see him?" I asked. "No," he said. "He may be contagious. " "May I call him?" "No, " he said. "I'll call him for you. " "Don't do that," I said. "Why not?" . "You'll make the birds fly away. " I sneaked into the office one night and called Uncle. "Are you all right?" I asked. "Yes, but I must go away. " "Why?" "To make room for something else. " "Will you come back?" "I will help you remember me, if you want me to. " "I do. . . . Ido. . . ." When I went to bed at night, I would try to imagine that he was there. He was harder and harder to see. One night, he was not there at all. There was only a grcen ficld.
I went back to our field. It was raining. T'he sky was dark, the way I was inside. I looked for Uricle everywhere. I called his name. I was angry for a while. I said some things out loud that I shouldn't have said. Two birds flew out of the trec.I made them get wet. On the way back, I saw something that was only an inch or two tall. It was where that hird dropped the acorn. I didn't tell anybody, but I knew. Someday Uncle will be fifty feet tall.
971 Lesson 35
Lesson 35 Text A A Proud Linguist Once upon a time there was an Austrian emperor who made it a rule to interview every one of his soldiers once a year. During the interviews he invariably asked three questions- "How old are'you?", "How long have you been in my army?" and "Are you satisfied with your pay and the food you get?" -in that order.
One year, the day before the imperial interviews, a Frenchman got himself enlisted in the Austrian army. Since he knew no German he was on tenterhooks. Now there was an old soldier in his unit who knew a little French and was anxious to help. In fact he knew just about enough French to be able to teach his young friend the shortest possible answers, in the proper order , to the imperial questions.
The day arrived with all the sound and colour that befitted it. The Emperor in all his splendour was seated on the throne, his entourage attending respectfully in. the background. The soldiers filed past him, each taking barely half a minute during which time the questions were asked and the answers reverently provided.
When the Frenchman's turn came, far from being nerous he was sure of himself, havi.ng recited the answers, in the proper order, he did not know how many times. The Emperor looked at him long and hard and suddenly took it into his head that he had seen the young man somewhere before. He began, a little out of the usual order, with the second question;
"How long have you been in my army ?" "Twenty-one years , " replied the Frenchman , not without some pride in his ability to learn a foreign language so quickly and so well. The monarch was surprised, for the young man did not look very much older than that , but he went on to ask: "Then how old are you?" "One day," came the answer. That was too much for the Emperor, who sat back and muttered . "Well , well. That beats me. It seems either you're mad or I am. " Positive that that was the last of the imperial questions, the proud linguist stepped forward and with a smile said: "Both, your majesty. "
Text B What Am I Going to Do?
Mr Davidson is standing outside his house. He has forgotten to bring his key with him. Henry Black and John Field walk past and they say "Hello" to Mr Davidson.
MR DAvIDSON:
Hello, boys. Can you help me? I've forgotten my key and I can't get in.
JOHN AND HENRY:
We'll try our best , Mr Davidson.
MR DAVIDSON:
You're both taller than me, aren't you?
JoHN:
Yes , I'm over five foot ten. I'm the tallest of the three of us.
HENRY:
But I'm almost as tall as John.
MR DAVIDSON:
Can you climb on John's shoulders and reach that window?
HENRY:
All right. (He climbs on John's shoulders. ) What shall I do now?
MR DAVIDSON:
Open the window, please, and climb through it into the house.
HENRY:
Oh dear , I can't move it . It's fastened in side.
MR DAVIDSON:
Can you break the window?
JoHN:
Look ! There's a policeman ! He's coming towards us.
Question on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while readingand retell the story to your partner. Adventure at Midnight Long ago there 1 ived two brothers who were very poor. They lived in tiny huts at opposite sides of their large wheat field. At the end of each summer, when harvest time came, the brothers divided the grain they had grown into two equal parts. Some of it they took to be milled into flour, from which they baked bread. The rest was sold for money, with which they bought shoes, clothing, and tools. Although they toiled from sunup to sundown, six days a week, they hardly had enough to eat. In spite of this, they were happy because of their great love for one another.
But one year, Sirnon, the younger brother. felt a great sadness.His wife said, "Tell me what is making you so blue? You no longer sing while you work, and the twinkle is gone from your eye. "
"You are right , dear wife. I am worried about my older brother , Ruben. He is alone in the world, with neither wife nor children. Who will care for him when he gets old and can no longer work? If only he had some money to save for his old age! It isn't fair that we share the harvest equally. But he is proud and will not accept gifts from me. What shall I do?" "Would you take food from your own children? " She asked in astonishment. "There is nothing you can do, "'she said. "So forget it. "
Simon knew that his wife was right , but he was determined to help Ruben, come what might.Meanwhile, Ruben was sitting under a tree, thinking deeply. When he noticed a bird on the way to its winter home, he said, that bird and I are fortunate because we are free. Neither of us has a wife and children always needing to be fed. But my poor brother, Simon, is burdened with a family.
"Itisn't fair that we share the harvest equally. Surely he deserves more than I! But he is very proud and will not accept gifts from me. What can I do? In several days we'll take our harvest to town. If I don't think of a plan soon, it will be too late. " That night. when the moon was high in the sky, Ruben went quietly to his barn where he filled a sack with wheat'?and put in on his shoulder. Then he crossed the empty field to his brother's hut and secretly placed his wheat with Simon's. "Ah." he said when he had finished, "this is better. Now my dear younger brother will have more than I. "
Ruben went happily back to his hut and slept soundly for the first time in wceks. An hour later, Simon woke up with a start. He had dreamed of a marvelous plan. He crept out of bed, got dressed, and went to his barn. Filling a sack with wheat., walking across the field to Ruben's hut, and placing it there took very little time. Before long, he was back in bed, pulling up the covers. "Now I can sleep peacefully," he thought, "because Ruben will have a little extra to save for his old age. "
The next morning Ruhen and Simon were amazed. How could this be? 'hheir piles were equal, yet each knew he had secretly given wheat to his brother. Something must have gone wrong. So that night Ruben waited until midnight, when he again took Simon some of his grain. "There! Now I am fully awake and I'm sure I put it on his pile. Tomorrow mine will be smaller and his larger, as it should be. "
A short time later, Simon did the same. He, too, was sure that all would be well this time. But when day dawned, each brother saw that his share was exactly half the harvest. Ruben and Simon were desperate. Tomorrow they were to go to town to sell their grain. Tonight was their last chance.
Midnight came again. But this time Ruben and Simon chose the same moment to carry out their mission of brotherly love. Each placed a sack of wheat on his shoulders and began to walk across the field. Halfway across they met. "Ruben! What are you doing out so late at night?" cried Simon in dismay. He tried to hide his sack. Startled, Ruben dropped his bundle. Then he saw Simon's sack and they both began to laugh. When they finished laughing, they hugged each other tightly. Their hearts were full of love for each other and they were content.
971 Lesson 34
Lesson 34 Text A Stage Fright Tom was sick with disappointment. The piano recital ha.d turned out well, all except for his solo. He couldn't understand how it could have happened. He had practised for weeks that seemed like months. He had given up sports until after the recital because he wanted to make his parents proud of him. He spent all his time with the pi
His teacher had said he was gifted. It was true that he accepted music as another language, another way to talk to people. His grandparents, aunt, and uncle all came to hear him play, and he was anxious to show them that he was the best in the whole class.
But, when he stood up to go to the piano, his knees felt weak. He looked into the audience and saw his family smiling back at him. His mouth went dry. His fingers began to tremble. The trembling became uncontrollable shaking as though he had caught a bad cold.
He sat down at the piano. He took a deep breath. He played the first five bars of his music , then realized with horror that he had forgotten thc rest. He started over. thinking that would help. It didn't. He stood up as if in slow motion and walked offf the st age. He was a failure. The demon stage fright had left a brilliant musical career in ruins.
Text B I Shall Never Fly Again
Tom Jackson and Charles Brown are talking about ttheir summer holidays.
TOM:
Where are you going for your holidays , Charles ?
CHARLES:
To Australia. I'm going to visit my uncle in Brisbane for three weeks.
TOM:
Good gracious! You certainly are lucky. How are you going there?
CHARLES:
By air, of course. It takes over two weeks to go by sea.
TOM:
I once went to Singa pore by air. It was very exciting-but never agaim'.
CHARLES:
Why? Did you feel frightcned?
TOM:
For a short time. One of the engines caught fire.
CHARLES:
What did thc pilot do?
TOM:
He put it out and flew back to the airport. Then he asked the pcople at the
airport where the emergency runway was.
CHARLES:
Did you land safely ?
TOM:
Yes, we did. But I shall never fly again.
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. It was a dark day when we got our report cards Thesky was full of gray clouds and it was sprinkling rain. I was over to Clyde's house and Gloria and Kitty were there. Sam probably would hade been there, too, only he had got a two-week job in the afternoons helping out at Freddie's. actually he only did it so that his mother would let him be on the track team again. Sam and his mother had this little system going He would do somethinggood-doing and she'd let him do something that he wanted to.
Clyde's report card was on the kitchen table and we all sat around it like it was some kind of a big important document. I had got a pretty good report card and had wanted to show it off but I knew it wasn't the time. Clyde pushed the card toward me and I read it. He had all satisfactory remarks on the side labeled Personal Traits and Behavior. He had also received B's in . music and art appreciation. But everything else was either a C or a D except mathematics. His mathematics mark was a big red F that had been circled. I don't know why they had to circle the F when it was the only red mark on the card. In the Teacher's Comments section someone had written that Clyde had "little ability to handle an academic program. "
"A little ability is better than none," I said. No one said anything so I figured it probably wasn't the right. time to try to cheer Clyde up. I knew all about his switching from a commercial program to an academic program, but I really hadn't thought he'd have any trouble.
"I saw the grade adviser today. He said I should switch back to the commercial program. " Clyde looked like he'd start crying any minute. His eyes were red and his voice was shaky. "He said that I had to take mathematics over and if I failed again or failed another required subject 1 couldn't graduate. The way it is now I'm going to have to finish up in the summer because I switched over. " "I think you can pass it if you really want to," Kitty said. Clyde's sister was so pretty I couldn't even look at her. If I did, I started feeling funny and couldn't talk right. Sometimes I daydreamed about marrying her.
Just then Clyde's mother came in and he gave a quick look at Kitty. "Hi, young ladies and young gentlemen. " Mrs. Jones was a kind of heavy woman but she was pretty, too. You could tell she was Kitty's mother if you looked close. She put her packagege down and started taking things out. "I heard you pcople talking whcas I first came in. By the way you hushed up I guess you don't want me to hear what you were talking about. I'll be out of your way in a minute, soon as I put the frozen foods in the refrigerator. "
"I got my report card today," Clyde said. His mother stopped takingthe food out and turned toward us. Clyde pushed the report card about two inches toward her. She really didn't even have to look at the card to know that it was bad. She could have told that just by looking at Clyde. But she picked it up and looked' at it a long time. First she looked at one side and then the other and then back at t.he first side again.
"What they say around the school?" she asked, still looking at the card. "They said I should drop the academic course and go back to the other one. " I could hardly hear Clyde , he spoke so low. "Well, what are you going to do, young man She looked u at Clyde and Clyde looked up at her and there were tears in his eyes and I almost started crying. I can't stand to see my friends cry. "What are you going to do, Mr. Jones?"
"I'm -I'm going to keep the academic course," Clyde said. "You think it's going to be any easier this time?" Mrs.Jones asked. "No. " "Things ain't always easy. Lord knows that things ain't always easy. " For a minute there was a faraway look in her eyes, but then her face turned into a big smile. "You're just like your father, boy. That man never would give up on anything he really wanted. Did I ever tell you the time he was trying to learn to play the trombone?"
"No. "Clyde still had tears in his eyes but he was smiling, too. Suddenly everybody was happy. It was like seeing a rainbow when it was still raining.
971 Lesson 33
Lesson 33
Text A We Are Not Deaf !
Jane and Lise have had lunch with Uncle David and Aunt Janet. The two old people are deaf , and the girls are tired be- cause they have had to shout. They both want to leave.
LISE:
We'll have to leave soon, Aunt Janet.
ANET JANET:
Yes , of course you can have some tea , dear. I'll go and make some.
JANE:
Oh no, Lise. Stop her! You'd better say it louder.
LISE:
WE'LL HAVE TO LEAVE, AUNT JANET.
UNCLE DAVID:
You can't leave yet. I want to hear some more about Canada.
LISE:
But I must go back and look after Malcolm. Oh dear, thhear. I MUST GO BACK
AND LOOK AFTER MALCOLM.
AUNT JANET:
Why, what's the matter with him?
LISE:
I TOLD YOU, AUNT JANET. HE ISN'T WELI..
AUNT JANET:
But I thought you said he was in the hotel. Where are you staying?
LISE:
We'rc camping. . . WE'RE CAMPING.
AUNT JANET:
In this weather? Well, I'm not surprised Malcolm isn't well. Perhaps I ought
to come out and wee him.
LISE (firmly):
NO, THAT'S NOT A CJOOD IDEA, AUNTIE. HE'S ILL.
UNCLE DAVID:
What's the matter with him?
LISE:
He's got a cold.
JANE:
He's got a temperature.
LISE:
Oh, what's the use? HE'S GOT A COLD.
UNCLE DAvID:
All right , all right , we can hear. We're not deaf!
Text B The Stolen Smells Many years ago in another country there lived a poor student.He had vcry little money. He lived in a very small room over a restaurant? His room was at the back of the building over the kitchen. The restaurant owner was a very mean man. Nobody liked him. But he was a good cook and many people came to his restaurant.
One day he was working quietly in his kitchen when he heard the poor student talking to his friend."You must be very unhappy, said his friend, `living in a poor room like this. "Oh no." said the student, "I am busy with my studies and I'm not interested in my room. "But you only cat plain rice - you don't have money for anything tasty " "Yes, it's true, I eat only plain rice. But the delicious smells that come from the kitchen make thc rice very tasty indeed. "
The restaurant owner was furious. This student was stealing the smells from his kit.chen. He decided to tatke him to court. Everybody in the court laughed whcn the me; n man accuset thc student of stealing hi.s smells'. But thc judge took him seriously."Every man should be able to complain to the court ." he said. When the restaurant owvner told the judgc everything. the judge said , "You are right. The student is guiltv. " The reataurant owner waa delighted, but the poor student was vcry much . afraid. What could he do? He had only a few coina in his pocket.
The judge asked the studcnt if he had any money. The student took 5 coins from his pockct and held them out to the judge in his right hand. "Let the coins fall into your left hand," said the judge.The courtroom was very quiet. Everyone heard the tinkle of the coins as they fell into the student's left hand. "Well," said the judge to the restaurant owner, "you've heard his money. You've been well paid for your smells. "
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while readingand retell the story to your partner. A Bad Student Peter's father wants to know how his son is getting along in school. One day he asks him; "Peter, how are you getting along in school? What seat do you have in the class? Does the teacher place you in seats according to your marks?"
"Yes, father. " "And what seat do you have?" "Number twenty-one. " "And how many students are there in your class?" "Twenty-one, father. " Several weeks pass. Peter, who is a bad student and studies very little, brings home the marks of his monthly examinations.
"How are you getting along in school now, Peter?" asks his father. "Your marks do not seem to be very good. " "I am getting along much better now, father. " "What is your place in the class now?" "Number twenty now. " "Good. Then you are one place ahead. " "No, father. One of the students left the class. His family moved to another town. "
Text A We Are Not Deaf !
Jane and Lise have had lunch with Uncle David and Aunt Janet. The two old people are deaf , and the girls are tired be- cause they have had to shout. They both want to leave.
LISE:
We'll have to leave soon, Aunt Janet.
ANET JANET:
Yes , of course you can have some tea , dear. I'll go and make some.
JANE:
Oh no, Lise. Stop her! You'd better say it louder.
LISE:
WE'LL HAVE TO LEAVE, AUNT JANET.
UNCLE DAVID:
You can't leave yet. I want to hear some more about Canada.
LISE:
But I must go back and look after Malcolm. Oh dear, thhear. I MUST GO BACK
AND LOOK AFTER MALCOLM.
AUNT JANET:
Why, what's the matter with him?
LISE:
I TOLD YOU, AUNT JANET. HE ISN'T WELI..
AUNT JANET:
But I thought you said he was in the hotel. Where are you staying?
LISE:
We'rc camping. . . WE'RE CAMPING.
AUNT JANET:
In this weather? Well, I'm not surprised Malcolm isn't well. Perhaps I ought
to come out and wee him.
LISE (firmly):
NO, THAT'S NOT A CJOOD IDEA, AUNTIE. HE'S ILL.
UNCLE DAVID:
What's the matter with him?
LISE:
He's got a cold.
JANE:
He's got a temperature.
LISE:
Oh, what's the use? HE'S GOT A COLD.
UNCLE DAvID:
All right , all right , we can hear. We're not deaf!
Text B The Stolen Smells Many years ago in another country there lived a poor student.He had vcry little money. He lived in a very small room over a restaurant? His room was at the back of the building over the kitchen. The restaurant owner was a very mean man. Nobody liked him. But he was a good cook and many people came to his restaurant.
One day he was working quietly in his kitchen when he heard the poor student talking to his friend."You must be very unhappy, said his friend, `living in a poor room like this. "Oh no." said the student, "I am busy with my studies and I'm not interested in my room. "But you only cat plain rice - you don't have money for anything tasty " "Yes, it's true, I eat only plain rice. But the delicious smells that come from the kitchen make thc rice very tasty indeed. "
The restaurant owner was furious. This student was stealing the smells from his kit.chen. He decided to tatke him to court. Everybody in the court laughed whcn the me; n man accuset thc student of stealing hi.s smells'. But thc judge took him seriously."Every man should be able to complain to the court ." he said. When the restaurant owvner told the judgc everything. the judge said , "You are right. The student is guiltv. " The reataurant owner waa delighted, but the poor student was vcry much . afraid. What could he do? He had only a few coina in his pocket.
The judge asked the studcnt if he had any money. The student took 5 coins from his pockct and held them out to the judge in his right hand. "Let the coins fall into your left hand," said the judge.The courtroom was very quiet. Everyone heard the tinkle of the coins as they fell into the student's left hand. "Well," said the judge to the restaurant owner, "you've heard his money. You've been well paid for your smells. "
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while readingand retell the story to your partner. A Bad Student Peter's father wants to know how his son is getting along in school. One day he asks him; "Peter, how are you getting along in school? What seat do you have in the class? Does the teacher place you in seats according to your marks?"
"Yes, father. " "And what seat do you have?" "Number twenty-one. " "And how many students are there in your class?" "Twenty-one, father. " Several weeks pass. Peter, who is a bad student and studies very little, brings home the marks of his monthly examinations.
"How are you getting along in school now, Peter?" asks his father. "Your marks do not seem to be very good. " "I am getting along much better now, father. " "What is your place in the class now?" "Number twenty now. " "Good. Then you are one place ahead. " "No, father. One of the students left the class. His family moved to another town. "
971 Lesson 32
Lesson 32 Text A A Pocketful of Pigs Once there was no money. If people wanted to get something , they had to give something. This is the way it used to be. "I will give you my cow for your pig," a man would say. "I'll give you my bowl if you give me a shirt," another would say. "Here are seven oranges for one fish. "
"Will you give mc a chicken for a bag of corn?"People had to trade things every day. They had to give a thing to ge.t a thing because there wasn't any money. But they had to work out a good trade . one that came outeven..
What could you get for two chickens? Were thrce bags of apples a good trade for two bags of grapes? Or onc bag of apples for a little butter? What was an even trade? It was hard to know. And it was too hard to carry around all the thinga for trading. People had to use too much time getting things they needed. So they thought of a new way to trade.
They thought of money. Money could "stand for" apples, or bowls, or pigs. And a pocketful of money was better than a pocketful of pigs. With money, it was not so hard to trade. Everyone could use money. The man who needed a.pig could buy it with money. The man who sold the pig could keep the moyey until he needed something. People could work for money, and people buy things with the money they got from work.
Text B Let's Play Chess
Mr Wilson and Mr Dawson arc watching some men playing chess.
MR WILSON:
Let's play chess.
MR DAWSON:
I haven't played chess for a long time.
MR WILSON:
That's all right, I'm a beginner. I've just learnt how to play.
MR DAWSON:
Look, there's a chessboard. Those two men have already finished playing.
MR WILSON (after they have played for a few minutes): You're a very good player
MR DAWSON:
Not really, but once I won a prize.
MR WILsoN:
So did I. I won a prize last week but it was a prize for beginners.
MR DAWSON:
My prize was for the hest player in the country. Now let's start playing chess
seriously.
7. Read the following dialogue once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the dialogue to your partner in your own words.
Man:
I'm not satisfied with it.
Saleswoman:
Why not? What's wrong with it?
Man:
Sometimes it goes fast. And sometimes it goes slow. And the alarm doesn't
work, either.
Saleswoman:
Would you like another one?
Man:
No. Can I have my money back? Saleswoman; Hmm... have you got a receipt?
Man:
A receipt?
Saleswoman:
Yes. I must see your receipt. You can't have your money back without a
receipt.
Man
Oh, I'm not certain, but I think I've lost it.
"Will you give mc a chicken for a bag of corn?"People had to trade things every day. They had to give a thing to ge.t a thing because there wasn't any money. But they had to work out a good trade . one that came outeven..
What could you get for two chickens? Were thrce bags of apples a good trade for two bags of grapes? Or onc bag of apples for a little butter? What was an even trade? It was hard to know. And it was too hard to carry around all the thinga for trading. People had to use too much time getting things they needed. So they thought of a new way to trade.
They thought of money. Money could "stand for" apples, or bowls, or pigs. And a pocketful of money was better than a pocketful of pigs. With money, it was not so hard to trade. Everyone could use money. The man who needed a.pig could buy it with money. The man who sold the pig could keep the moyey until he needed something. People could work for money, and people buy things with the money they got from work.
Text B Let's Play Chess
Mr Wilson and Mr Dawson arc watching some men playing chess.
MR WILSON:
Let's play chess.
MR DAWSON:
I haven't played chess for a long time.
MR WILSON:
That's all right, I'm a beginner. I've just learnt how to play.
MR DAWSON:
Look, there's a chessboard. Those two men have already finished playing.
MR WILSON (after they have played for a few minutes): You're a very good player
MR DAWSON:
Not really, but once I won a prize.
MR WILsoN:
So did I. I won a prize last week but it was a prize for beginners.
MR DAWSON:
My prize was for the hest player in the country. Now let's start playing chess
seriously.
7. Read the following dialogue once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the dialogue to your partner in your own words.
Man:
I'm not satisfied with it.
Saleswoman:
Why not? What's wrong with it?
Man:
Sometimes it goes fast. And sometimes it goes slow. And the alarm doesn't
work, either.
Saleswoman:
Would you like another one?
Man:
No. Can I have my money back? Saleswoman; Hmm... have you got a receipt?
Man:
A receipt?
Saleswoman:
Yes. I must see your receipt. You can't have your money back without a
receipt.
Man
Oh, I'm not certain, but I think I've lost it.
971 Lesson 31
Lesson 31 Text A A Difficult Customer Dolores works in a shop selling gramophone records. One afternoon a middle-aged woman came in, sat on a stool in front of the counter, and smiled at her brightly. "I want a record, dear," she began. "One I heard on the radios this morning. "
"What was the record called?" Dolores asked, without much hope. The woman shook her head. "I don't remember. I should know it if I. heard it , though. Perhaps if you play me a few records, I shall be able to pick it out. " She settled herself more comfortably on her stool.
"We have hundreds of records in stock, " Dolores pointed out. "It would take a very long time to play you even a little of each. Could you hum it to me?" The woman shook her head again. "I can't even sing the National Anthem in tune. We should only get into a complete muddle if I were to start humming. " She looked quite depressed, as if this reminder of her own lack of musical ability were the last straw. Then suddenly her face brightened.
"I've just remembered something," she said. "It comes from a play. There's a girl who speaks very badly, if you see what I mean. But after a time she learns to talk well.Some thing about --- what do you call it? Phonetics." This was enough for Dolores. "If you ask me, it's from 'My Fair Iady',?quot;" she said."That's it, dear. If you'd thought of it soonerr, we wouldn't have wasted so much time. I suppose you are new to the job."
TextB That Hurts a Iot
Malc went to the Casualty Department of the hospital There he was examincd by the doctor.
DOCTOR:
Right. Just take off your jacket and shirt. And lie down on that bed over there...
That's right... Now, just hold up your right arm, will you?... Does this hurt?
MALC:
No.
DOCTOR:
And this?
MALC:
Yes. . . a bit. . . ouch !
DOCTOR:
And do you feel anything when I do this?
MALC:
Yes , that hurts quite a lot.
DOCTOR:
And you don't feel any 'pain anywhere else? In you legs , for example?
MALC:
NO, nothing.
DOCTOR:
Well , it's probably nothing serious. But I think we'd better have that shoulder
X-rayed. We can't do the until the morning, though. So it'd be better if yo stayed
in hospital for the night. . .
Question Text B
7. Read the following dialogue once. Underline the key words while reading and retell to your partner the dialogue in your own words.
At the Doctor's
Doctor
Good morning. How are you?
Patient
I'm very worried , doctor
Doctor
Oh? What are you worried about?
Patient
I'm afraid that I'm very ill.
Doctor
I'm sorry to hear that. Why do you think so?
Patient
Because I feel tired all the time, even when I wake up in the morning. I find
it very difficult to do any work. I have no appetite. My wife cooks me
deliciousmeals but I can only eat a little.
Doctor
How do you sleep?
Patient
Very badly, doctor.
Doctor
Do you find it difficult to get to sleep, or do you wake up early?
Patient
Both, doctor. I never get to sleep until two o'clock and I always wake up at
five.
Doctor
Are you worricd about anything?
Patient
Well , yes , I am. 1'm worried about my work. I've just taken a new job. I earn
a lot of money but it's difficult work. I'm always afraid of making a mistake.
Doctor
I see. please take off your shirt and lie down on the couch.
Patient
Yes, doctor.(The doctor examines the patient )
Doctor
Well, there's nothing very much wrong with you, I'm glad to say. You're working
too hard and worrying too much.Do you take much exercise?
Patient
No, doctor. I never have enough time for exercise. I start work very early in
the morning and finish late in the evening. Then I can't get to sleep. Can
you give me some medicine to help me to sleep?
Doctor
I can , but I'm not going to. You don't need medicine. You need advice. Don't
work so hard. Too much work is bad for you. Don't worry about your work.
It's silly to worry. Take regular exercise.
Patient
But I may lose my job, doctor! It's hard to get a job like mine.
Doctor
Then get an easier one, even if you earn less money. Which would you rather
have, health or wealth?
Patient
You're right, doctor. It's more important to be healthy than wealthy. I'll
change my job. I'm grateful for your advice.
Doctor
Come and see me again in a month's time. I think you'll be a different man!
971 Lesson 30
Lesson 30 Text A The Bloody Thumb I met the old man at a cafe. I was a stranger in the town. "Did you hear the radio news yesterday?" he asked me. "I didn't," I said."Was there anything exciting?" "Exciting, no! It was important to me-and very, very sad.pack of hungry dogs killed and ate my best friend. " "Oh dear ! " I cried. "I am sorry. How did it happen?"
"He was working in his olive grove on the hilisides. The pack attacked him there. we'll never know all the facts , of curse. When he didn't return, I went to the grove and-" "You found the body?" I asked. The old fellow drank half his coffee. "The body?" he repeated."No, no. .I said they were hungry dogs, didn't I? The g bones were lying here and there in the grove. But I found this-" He pushed open a matchbox which he was holding in his
The box contained a man's thumb. It was lying on some hite, bloody material. There was a cut-an old cut-on the mmb nail. "See that cut," the man said. "I recognised it. This is my fiend's right thumb. The dogs ate the rest of him! " The old man began to cry then. He finished his coffee quick. ly and left the cafe. I drank mine and called the waiter.
"I'll pay the gentleman's bill," I said. "Please don't trou. ble him with it. His poor friend-how awful! You've heard the news?" The waiter laughed . "Yes. There's a hole in the bottom of the matchbox. He puts his own thumb through the hole. The 'blood' is red ink, I believe. Is the story worth a cup of coffee, sir?"
Text B
The Party
Claire Walton is working at home on a Sunday afternoor. The phone rings. It is an old friend.
ClAiRE:
Hello.
MICK:
Hello, Claire. This is Mick.
CLAIRE:
Mick! Nice to hear from you again. How are you?
MtcK:
Fine, thanks. And you?
CLAIRE:
Oh , not so bad. I've been very busy , but I'm going
away on holiday soon.
MICK:
Good. Listen. I'm phoning because I want to invite you to a party. At our new
house. And. . .
CLAIRE:
New house? Really?
MIcK:
Yes. We've moved. That's why we're giving the pa ty. Can you come?
CLAIRE:
Well, that depends. When is it?
MIcK:
This Saturday evening.
CLAIRE:
Well. . . I'm going away on Sunday morning. Very ear ly. Will the party go on
very late?
MICK:
Until two in the morning. But you don't have to si that long.Well? What about it?
CLAIRE:
All right. I'll come. But I'd like to bring a present Something for your new house.
What would you like?
MICK:
Nothing. I mean, don't bring anything. It isn't necesary.
CLAIRE:
But I'd still like...
MICK:
Just bring yourself! I'm looking forward to seeing
you again. It's been a long time !
CLAIRE:
Yes, it has. I'm looking forward to seeing you. too. and your new house. Uh. . .
when does the party start?
MlcK:
Come any time after eight. All right?
.
CLAIRE:
Yes. Oh. by the W..
MICK:
Bye! See you on Saturday evening.
CLAIRE:
Wait a moment , Mick. You haven't. . . Mick? Are you still there? You haven't
given me your new address. Hello? Mick? Hello?
Question on Text B7.Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and reteli the story to your partner. There Are Some Things You Can't Get Away Without I have a confession to make, and the sooner it gets out in the open, the better I'll feel about. I don't drive a car. Americans are broad-minded people. they'll accept the fact that a person newspapercan be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater, and even anewspaperman but if a man doesn't drive. therc is something wrong with him.
Through the years I've found it very embarrassing to admit it to anyand my best friends tend to view me with suspicion and contempt. But where I really run into. trouble is when I go into a stone and try to made a purchase with a check. It happend again last week when I went to a discount house at a large shopping center in maryland.Iwanted to buy a portable tyewriter,and the salesman was very helpful about showing me the different modeIs.
I decided on one, and then I said, "May I write out a personal check?" "Naturally, " he said kindly. "Do you have any identification?" "Of course," I said. I produced an American Express credit card, a Diner's Club credit card, a Bell Telephone credit card d i pass to the White House. The man inspected them all and then said,"Where's your driver's license?" "I don't. have one," I replied.. "Did you lose it?" "No, I didn't lose it. I don't drive a car. "
He pushed a button under the cash register, and suddenly a floor manager came rushing over. The salesman had now become surly."Thes guy's trying to cash a checd, and he doesn't have a driver's license. Should I call the store detective?" "Wait a minute. I'll talk to him , " the manager said. "Did you lose your driver's license for some traffic offense?"
"No, I've never driven. I don't like to drive. " "Nobody likes to drive," the floor manager shouted. "That's no excuse. Why are you trying to cash a check if you don't have a driver's license?"
"I thought all the other identification was good enough," I explained. By this time the president of the store had arrived on the scene. Fortu nately, he recognized my name and okayed the check. He was very embarrassed by the treatment I had received and said, come on, I'll buy you a drink. " "I forgot to tell you," I said. "I don't drink either. " This was too much, even for him, and he pushed me toward the door. "Get out of here , " he said , "and don't come back ! "
"He was working in his olive grove on the hilisides. The pack attacked him there. we'll never know all the facts , of curse. When he didn't return, I went to the grove and-" "You found the body?" I asked. The old fellow drank half his coffee. "The body?" he repeated."No, no. .I said they were hungry dogs, didn't I? The g bones were lying here and there in the grove. But I found this-" He pushed open a matchbox which he was holding in his
The box contained a man's thumb. It was lying on some hite, bloody material. There was a cut-an old cut-on the mmb nail. "See that cut," the man said. "I recognised it. This is my fiend's right thumb. The dogs ate the rest of him! " The old man began to cry then. He finished his coffee quick. ly and left the cafe. I drank mine and called the waiter.
"I'll pay the gentleman's bill," I said. "Please don't trou. ble him with it. His poor friend-how awful! You've heard the news?" The waiter laughed . "Yes. There's a hole in the bottom of the matchbox. He puts his own thumb through the hole. The 'blood' is red ink, I believe. Is the story worth a cup of coffee, sir?"
Text B
The Party
Claire Walton is working at home on a Sunday afternoor. The phone rings. It is an old friend.
ClAiRE:
Hello.
MICK:
Hello, Claire. This is Mick.
CLAIRE:
Mick! Nice to hear from you again. How are you?
MtcK:
Fine, thanks. And you?
CLAIRE:
Oh , not so bad. I've been very busy , but I'm going
away on holiday soon.
MICK:
Good. Listen. I'm phoning because I want to invite you to a party. At our new
house. And. . .
CLAIRE:
New house? Really?
MIcK:
Yes. We've moved. That's why we're giving the pa ty. Can you come?
CLAIRE:
Well, that depends. When is it?
MIcK:
This Saturday evening.
CLAIRE:
Well. . . I'm going away on Sunday morning. Very ear ly. Will the party go on
very late?
MICK:
Until two in the morning. But you don't have to si that long.Well? What about it?
CLAIRE:
All right. I'll come. But I'd like to bring a present Something for your new house.
What would you like?
MICK:
Nothing. I mean, don't bring anything. It isn't necesary.
CLAIRE:
But I'd still like...
MICK:
Just bring yourself! I'm looking forward to seeing
you again. It's been a long time !
CLAIRE:
Yes, it has. I'm looking forward to seeing you. too. and your new house. Uh. . .
when does the party start?
MlcK:
Come any time after eight. All right?
.
CLAIRE:
Yes. Oh. by the W..
MICK:
Bye! See you on Saturday evening.
CLAIRE:
Wait a moment , Mick. You haven't. . . Mick? Are you still there? You haven't
given me your new address. Hello? Mick? Hello?
Question on Text B7.Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and reteli the story to your partner. There Are Some Things You Can't Get Away Without I have a confession to make, and the sooner it gets out in the open, the better I'll feel about. I don't drive a car. Americans are broad-minded people. they'll accept the fact that a person newspapercan be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater, and even anewspaperman but if a man doesn't drive. therc is something wrong with him.
Through the years I've found it very embarrassing to admit it to anyand my best friends tend to view me with suspicion and contempt. But where I really run into. trouble is when I go into a stone and try to made a purchase with a check. It happend again last week when I went to a discount house at a large shopping center in maryland.Iwanted to buy a portable tyewriter,and the salesman was very helpful about showing me the different modeIs.
I decided on one, and then I said, "May I write out a personal check?" "Naturally, " he said kindly. "Do you have any identification?" "Of course," I said. I produced an American Express credit card, a Diner's Club credit card, a Bell Telephone credit card d i pass to the White House. The man inspected them all and then said,"Where's your driver's license?" "I don't. have one," I replied.. "Did you lose it?" "No, I didn't lose it. I don't drive a car. "
He pushed a button under the cash register, and suddenly a floor manager came rushing over. The salesman had now become surly."Thes guy's trying to cash a checd, and he doesn't have a driver's license. Should I call the store detective?" "Wait a minute. I'll talk to him , " the manager said. "Did you lose your driver's license for some traffic offense?"
"No, I've never driven. I don't like to drive. " "Nobody likes to drive," the floor manager shouted. "That's no excuse. Why are you trying to cash a check if you don't have a driver's license?"
"I thought all the other identification was good enough," I explained. By this time the president of the store had arrived on the scene. Fortu nately, he recognized my name and okayed the check. He was very embarrassed by the treatment I had received and said, come on, I'll buy you a drink. " "I forgot to tell you," I said. "I don't drink either. " This was too much, even for him, and he pushed me toward the door. "Get out of here , " he said , "and don't come back ! "
971 Lesson 29
Lesson 29 Text A Some Sausage Sandwiches One morning last summer Mrs Andrews made some sausage sandwiches for her husband's lunch. There was one sausage left over. Mrs Andrews didn't care for sausages herself and so she gave the last one to Henry, their little dog. Henry ate it up q uickly.
During the morning the dog got ill. He wouldn't stop shaking his head and he couldn't stand up properly. Mrs Andrews thought, "He has eaten something that didn't agree with him. Maybe that sausage was bad. . . " She suddenly remembered her huusband's lunch. She ran to the telephone and called Jim at the office.
"Jim, I hope you haven't eaten any of those sandwiches yet. " "Yes, I have. . . " "You have? Well, listen- don't eat any more. I gave Henry the last sausage and now he's ill. Go to the doctor, Jim. Tell the doctor about the dog. Get some medicine at once. " Jim came home at lunchtime and went to bed. "I had a very wnpleasant hour with the doctor," he told his wife. "The medicine made me very sick." The next morning Jim was fine. Henry seemed quite well again too. At eleven o'clock the milkman came with the milk.
"Good morning, Mrs Andrews," The milkman said. "How's your dog this morning? I have been thinking about him. . . " "Have you?' Well, he seems alright now, but. . . " "Yesterday morning he and I had a little accident. He jumped up at .me and I dropped a bottle of milk on his head. "
Text B
Which of the Two ls Better?
WOMAN:
Which of the two do you think is bctter? I mean , what's the difference between
them?
SALESMAN:
Well... this one costs more, but it has a much better sound. This part of it is
made of wood , not plastic. And there's a tone control" , too.
WOMAN:
I only want it for the kitchen. I like to listen to the news at breakfast time.
SALESMAN:
Hmm ... well, the other one is good for the money. It's much cheaper. We sell a
lot of them and all our customers are satisfied with them.
Moman:
Hmm... I'd like the cheaper one, please. Can I pay hy cheque?
SAILESMAN:
Ceftainly.
Question on Text B7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while readingand retell the story to your partner. "Why Not Stop Her?" The ladies' club always had a meeting every Friday afternoon and some one came to talk to them about important things. After that, they had tea and asked questions.
One Friday, a gentleman came and talked to the club about food "There is not enough food in the world for everybody,"he said. "More than half the people in the world are hungry. And when they get more food, the have more babies, so they never stop being hungry. Somewhere in the world, a woman is having a baby every minute, day and night. What are we going to do about it?" He waited for a few seconds hefore he continued, but hefore he began to speak again, one of the ladies said, "Well, why don't we find that woman and stop her?"
During the morning the dog got ill. He wouldn't stop shaking his head and he couldn't stand up properly. Mrs Andrews thought, "He has eaten something that didn't agree with him. Maybe that sausage was bad. . . " She suddenly remembered her huusband's lunch. She ran to the telephone and called Jim at the office.
"Jim, I hope you haven't eaten any of those sandwiches yet. " "Yes, I have. . . " "You have? Well, listen- don't eat any more. I gave Henry the last sausage and now he's ill. Go to the doctor, Jim. Tell the doctor about the dog. Get some medicine at once. " Jim came home at lunchtime and went to bed. "I had a very wnpleasant hour with the doctor," he told his wife. "The medicine made me very sick." The next morning Jim was fine. Henry seemed quite well again too. At eleven o'clock the milkman came with the milk.
"Good morning, Mrs Andrews," The milkman said. "How's your dog this morning? I have been thinking about him. . . " "Have you?' Well, he seems alright now, but. . . " "Yesterday morning he and I had a little accident. He jumped up at .me and I dropped a bottle of milk on his head. "
Text B
Which of the Two ls Better?
WOMAN:
Which of the two do you think is bctter? I mean , what's the difference between
them?
SALESMAN:
Well... this one costs more, but it has a much better sound. This part of it is
made of wood , not plastic. And there's a tone control" , too.
WOMAN:
I only want it for the kitchen. I like to listen to the news at breakfast time.
SALESMAN:
Hmm ... well, the other one is good for the money. It's much cheaper. We sell a
lot of them and all our customers are satisfied with them.
Moman:
Hmm... I'd like the cheaper one, please. Can I pay hy cheque?
SAILESMAN:
Ceftainly.
Question on Text B7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while readingand retell the story to your partner. "Why Not Stop Her?" The ladies' club always had a meeting every Friday afternoon and some one came to talk to them about important things. After that, they had tea and asked questions.
One Friday, a gentleman came and talked to the club about food "There is not enough food in the world for everybody,"he said. "More than half the people in the world are hungry. And when they get more food, the have more babies, so they never stop being hungry. Somewhere in the world, a woman is having a baby every minute, day and night. What are we going to do about it?" He waited for a few seconds hefore he continued, but hefore he began to speak again, one of the ladies said, "Well, why don't we find that woman and stop her?"
971 Lesson 28
Lesson 28 Text A Where to Find a Listener Mr Adamson enjoys playing the violin in his leisure time. He is often carried away by his music. But it is a terrible time for his neighbours when Mr Adamson plays as he does so badly.One day Mr Adamson sat by a window and began te play the violin as usual. Mr Adamson seems to be making noises instead of music. However, Mr Adamson was absorbed. Just then, some stones
were thrown out of the window under which Mr Adamson was sitting, but he did not pay attention to it. The "music" continued. After a little while, an empty bottle and a worn-out shoe were thrown out of the window too. Mr Adamson knew that this was not the place for him. The neighbours did not like his "music ". Mr Adamson was very sad. He was badly hurt. "Perhaps no living people can understand my music.I should go to a place where people may appreciate my works. " So he decided to go to a graveyard.
He came to a graveyard where there was no other sound ex cept the church to11. The yard was a Heaven'" where dead peoplerest. Mr Adamson sat at a grave's and thought a lot, "I must do my best to show that my music is outstanding. " He was inspired and began to play his violin. Suddenly a barefoot stretched out from the grave amd gave Mr Adamson a kick which sent him flying. His treasured violin also dropped frum his hand. Mr Adamson felt very sad because his works was not accepted by anyone , not even the dead.
Text B Don't Throw Paper on the Floor
Bill Davidson is throwing some paper on the floor. Miss Mead, his teacher, is looking at the paper.
Mlss MEAD:
Don't throw paper on the floor, Bill.
BILL:
Where shall I put it, miss?
MISS ME.AD
Put it in the waste-paper basket, please.
BILL:
But Peter and Tony put all their paper in the basket a few .moments ago.
Now it's full
MISS MEAD:
In that case, take the basket outside and empty it.
BILL:
Yes , m iss. (He takes the basket out of the room and returns with it a few
moments later. )
MIss MEAD:
Where did you empty the basket, Bill?
BILL:
In the playground, miss.
MISS MEAD:
Silly boyo ! The dustbin is at the back of the school. Now pick up the paper
and put it in the dustbiri.
Question on Text B7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman each owed a friend of theirs a pound. The man died. They agreed that their debts were debts of honour and must be paid, and that each one should go to the dead man's house, leave a pound and ask that it should be buried with him, as he had no relatives. The Englishman went and left a pound; so did the Irishman. The Scotsman went to the house, took the two pounds, wrote a cheque for three pounds and asked that it should be buried with the dead man. But the undertaker (the man who arranges funerals) was a Welshman. He found the cheque, cashed it and kept the money.
971 Lesson 27
lesson 27 Text A The Shopping List Mrs Black was having a lot of trouble with her skin, so she went to her doctor about it. He could not find anything wrong th her, however, so he sent her to the local hospital for tests. The hospital, of course, sent the results of the tests direct to Mrs Black's doctor, and the next morning he telephoned her to give her a list of the things that he thought she should not eat, any of thern might be the cause of her skin trouble.
Mrs Black carefully wrote all the things down on a piece of paper, which she then left beside the telephone while she went out to a ladies' meeting. When she got back home two hours later, she found her husband waiting for her. He had a big basket full of packages beside him, and when he saw her, he said, "Hullo, dear. I have done all your shopping for you."
"Done all my shopping?" she asked in surprise. "But how you know what I wanted?""Well, When I got home, I found your shopping list beside telephone , " answered her husband , "so I went down to the shops and bought everything you had written down. " Of course , Mrs Black had to tell him that he had bought allthe things the doctor did not allow her to eat!
Text B Under a Terrible StrainBetty and Jean are on their way to work.
BETTY:
What was the party like last night, Jean?
JEAN:
Not bad at all , thanks. There were one or two interesting people there.
Why-couldn't you come?
BETTY:
Well, I couldn't get away from work early. And when. I got home I had a headache ,
so I had to go straight to bed. But I was over-tired , because I wasn't able to
get to sleep for hours.
JEAN:
What a shame. Why didn't you take a sleeping pill?
BETTY:
I don't like them. I used to take them'1 when I had to work overtime, you know.
JEAN:
How many did you use to take?
BETTY:
Three every night.
JEAN:
Good heavens. Why did you take so many?
BETTY:
Because I was under a terrible strain. The doctor said
they weren't very strong. Anyway, I used to feel awful the next morning.
JEAN:
I'm sure you did.
BETTY:
The doctor said I had to be careful.
JEAN:
He was quite right.
BETTY:
So I stopped drinking coffee late at night instead.
Question on Text B7.Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. A Language Mix-Up Two young British tourists were travelling in France when a policeman stopped their car and gave it a search. He found a bag of whit.e powder which looked suspicious. "Drogue?" asked the heroin-conscious policeman. "Yes, dogs," they responded, and promptly found themselves in jail.
Analysis of the powder revealed that it was a chemical which gives off a smell , used to discourage dogs from using the sides of the car as a toilet. The tourists were set free, after promising to take a few French lessons beforetheir next vacation in France.
Mrs Black carefully wrote all the things down on a piece of paper, which she then left beside the telephone while she went out to a ladies' meeting. When she got back home two hours later, she found her husband waiting for her. He had a big basket full of packages beside him, and when he saw her, he said, "Hullo, dear. I have done all your shopping for you."
"Done all my shopping?" she asked in surprise. "But how you know what I wanted?""Well, When I got home, I found your shopping list beside telephone , " answered her husband , "so I went down to the shops and bought everything you had written down. " Of course , Mrs Black had to tell him that he had bought allthe things the doctor did not allow her to eat!
Text B Under a Terrible StrainBetty and Jean are on their way to work.
BETTY:
What was the party like last night, Jean?
JEAN:
Not bad at all , thanks. There were one or two interesting people there.
Why-couldn't you come?
BETTY:
Well, I couldn't get away from work early. And when. I got home I had a headache ,
so I had to go straight to bed. But I was over-tired , because I wasn't able to
get to sleep for hours.
JEAN:
What a shame. Why didn't you take a sleeping pill?
BETTY:
I don't like them. I used to take them'1 when I had to work overtime, you know.
JEAN:
How many did you use to take?
BETTY:
Three every night.
JEAN:
Good heavens. Why did you take so many?
BETTY:
Because I was under a terrible strain. The doctor said
they weren't very strong. Anyway, I used to feel awful the next morning.
JEAN:
I'm sure you did.
BETTY:
The doctor said I had to be careful.
JEAN:
He was quite right.
BETTY:
So I stopped drinking coffee late at night instead.
Question on Text B7.Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. A Language Mix-Up Two young British tourists were travelling in France when a policeman stopped their car and gave it a search. He found a bag of whit.e powder which looked suspicious. "Drogue?" asked the heroin-conscious policeman. "Yes, dogs," they responded, and promptly found themselves in jail.
Analysis of the powder revealed that it was a chemical which gives off a smell , used to discourage dogs from using the sides of the car as a toilet. The tourists were set free, after promising to take a few French lessons beforetheir next vacation in France.
971 Lesson 26
Lesson 26 Text A What Are the Times of Meals? Mr and Mrs Williams had always spent their summer holidaysin England in the past , in a small boarding-house at the seaside. One year, however, Mr Williams made a lot of money in his business , so they decided to go to Rome and stay at a really good hotel while they went around and saw the sights of that famous city.
They flew to Rome, and arrived at their hotel late one evening. They expected that they would have to go to bed hun- gry, because in the boarding-houses they had been used to in the past, no meals were served after seven o'clock in the evening. They were therefore surprised when the clerk who received them in the hall of the hotel asked them whether they would be taking dinner there that night.
"Are you still serving dinner then?" asked Mrs Williams. "Yes, certainly, madam," answered the clerk. "We serve it until half-past nine. " "What are the times of meals then?" asked Mr Williams. "Well, sir," answered the clerk, "we serve breakfast from seven to half-past eleven in the morning, lunch from twelve to three in the afternoon, tea from four to five, and dinner from six to half-past nine. " "But that hardly leaves any time for us to see the sights of' Rome ! " said Mrs Williams in a disappointed voice.
Text B The Food Is Bad
Lise, Nick and Bill had gone out walking for the day. Nick got back about six. "Haven't Bill and Lise arrived yet?" he asked. "I thought they were ahead of me. . . " It was 7. 30 when Bill and Lise came in. The others were just finishing supper. " Where on earth have you been?" Nick asked.
"We'll tell you all about it after supper," Bill said. "We'd better go and get our food. The warden's alreatly told us that we're late. . . " After supper, the group sat around talking.
STEVE:
Ugh ! The food here really is bad. My soup was cold. And the meat-huh! -it was like
leather!
LtsE:
Yes, and they don't give you very much, either. I'm still hungry. Are hostels in
England always as- badas this?
Anna:
I haven't stayed in one for ages. But I'm sure this
one is especially bad. And the warden is so unpleasant. . .
MALC:
"Don't do this, don't do that. You mustn't do this, you can't do that. . . "
STEVE:
WEll, I'm going to write a letter of complaint. To the Secretary of the Youth
Hostels Association!
LIsE:
And we'll all help you. . .
Questions on Text B7. Read the following dialogue once. Underline the key words while reading and retell to your partner the dialogue in your own words.
A:
They don't really think you took it, do they?
B:
1 don't know. I just know I've never been asked so many questions in my life.
A:
How many of them were there?
B:
Three-but there was one of them who kept asking really stupid questions.
A:
Like what?
B:
Oh, he wanted to know what time I got up this morning and if I bad a bath or a
shower - you know, things like that.
A:
What on earth has that got to do with some money disappearing?
B:
I've no idea. Oh yes, and the most ridiculous thing. He asked me what I had for
breakfast this morning.
A:
Oh well, that's it. They obviously think you're a desperate criminal and you have
to steal to eat. I should think you'll get thirty years.
B:
Hmm. Tharik you very much.
971 Lesson 25
Lesson 25 Text A A Ten-Dollar Bill
Sam waited patiently in the long line at the grocery store. He had come to pick up a few items for his mother. He often did Chores for his parents after school. He enjoyed helping out at Homes, As he waited, he daydreamed about the new camera he Wanted to buy. He wanted to buy it soon because his family v'as ;oing on a vacation, and he wanted. to take pictures of their trip. There was only one problem. He needed seven more dollars to huy the camera. His lawn-mowing job at the Smith's should provide the money shortly.
Suddenly Sam was roughly shoved aside. He recognized Mrs Sanders, an unkind and unfriendly person who lived on his block. She had shoved in front of him without even smiling. Just as Mrs Sanders received her change and her purchases, a ten-dollar bill flew out of her hand and fell at Sam's feet. Mrs Sanders, however, was too busy criticizing the cashier for bis slowness to notice. As Sam bent to pick up the money, he thought quickly. The money did belong to Mrs Sanders, but she deserved to lose it after the way she had behaved, and, with it, he could buy the camera.
Text B A Baby-sitter
Colin is talking to Jack about yesterday evening. Jack went out, but Colin had to stay at home.
JACK:
Why did your parents make you stay at home?
CoLIN:
They wanted to go out , and so they made me look aftermy baby brother.
JACK:
Didn't you mind doing it?
COLIN:
No, I didn't. My brother was very good and I did quite a lot of homework.
JACK:
Didn't you even want to go to the cinema?
COLIN:
Not really. I watched television for an hour.
JACK:
What was on television last night?
CoLIN:
Boxing. It was excellent.
JAcK:
Oh. I enjoy watching boxing on television, too.
What a pity I missed it last night!
CoLIN:
What did you do last night?
JACK:
I went to a boxing-match in the sports stadium.
Question on Text B7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while reading and retell the story to your partner. Miss Green was very fat. She weighed 100 kilos, and she was getting heavier every month , so she went to see her doctor. , He said, "You need a diet, Miss Green, and I've got a good one here. " He gave her a small book and said, "Read this carefully and eat the things on page 11 every day. Then come back and see me in two weeks' time. "
Miss Green came again two weeks later, but she wasn't thinner; she was fatter. The doctor was surprised and said, "Are you eating the things on page 11 of the small book?" "Yes , doctor , she answered. The next day the doctor visited Miss Green during her dinner. She was very surprised to see him. "Miss Green," he said, "Why are you eating potatoes and bread? They aren't in your diet. " "But, doctor," Miss Green answered, "I ate my diet at lunch time. This is my dinner.
971 Lesson 24
Lesson 24 Text A
Many people like to decorate their houses at Christmas time. They decorate the inside of the house and the outside too. Inside they usually decorate a Christmas tree and the fireplace,if there is one. Outside they place wreaths, ribbons,and coloured lightson the door and windows. If there is a tree in front of their house, they place olored lights on it too.
In New York City, there is a very tall, beautifully decoratedChristmas tree in Rockefeller Center at Christmas time. In Washington, there is also a big decorated tree in front of the White House. People come from many cities to admir the trees and the gaily decorated store windows on the principal avenuesof large cities.
Text B
What Do You Do After Work?
PETER:
Hello, Jim. Where are you going?
JIM:
To the cinema. What about coming with me?
PETER:
No, thanks. I'm going home. My wife's expecting me.
JIM:
What a pity. I believe it's a very good film.
PETER:
Do you go to the cinema a lot?
JIM:
Once a week. Most nights I sit at home and watch telly
PETER:
Do you know what's on tonight by any chance?
JtM:
No, I'm sorry I don't. I never read the papers till I get home.
PETER:
Oh, I see. By the way, where are you going for your holidays this year?
JIM:
I don't know yet. My wife's going to her mother's for a couple of weeks. She lives
by the sea, you know.
PETER:
Oh , does she? That's convenient.
JIM:
Yes, but I want to go to the country.
PETER:
Don't you like the sea?
JIM:
Yes , very much. But I need peace and quiet when I'm on holiday. What are you
going to do?
PETER:
I'm going to stay at home.
J1M:
Aren't you going to have a holiday abroad this year?
PETER:
No , I want to buy a car , and that's going to take every penny I've got.
Question on Text B
7. Read the following passage once. Underline the key words while readingand retell the story to your partner. Going to the Theater If you want to be certain of seeing a play in London, you have to book your seat in advance. You can buy your tickets either at a Theatre Ticket Agency or at the Box Office in the theatre itself. tt is very rarely that you will be lucky enough to get a ticket five minutes before the play begins.
If you go in a large party it is not always possible for all of you to sit in the same part of the theatre. Some will have to sit in the Stalls, others in the Dress Circle and some in the Upper Circie. These seats are the least expensive of the three. Seats in a Box or the Front Stalls are the most expensive.
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