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Where is Mr. Kunts now？
A.At the Computer Center.
B.At home.
C.In the company.
D.At the Oak Street.
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"Where is Mr. Liu？" "You can find him whether in library or ______ home."
A．in
B．at
C．from
D．with
Mr. Huntington's study showed that ______.
A. the climate of the place where one lives may have an effect on his intelligence
B. all people turn out to be less intelligent in summer due to the hith temperature
C. people are less smart in summer due to the lack of factors existing in spring
D. people live in tropic are less intelligent than people live in cooler area
Mr. Hill works in a bank, and lives alone. The only family he has is in the next town: his sister lives there with her husband, and her son, Jack. Mr. Hill does not see his sister, or her family, from one year to the next, but he sends them Christmas cards, and he has not forgotten one of Jack's seventeen birthdays.
Last week Mr. Hill had quite a surprise. He drove home from the bank at the usual time, driving neither too slowly nor too fast; he parked his car where he always parked it ,out of the way of other cars, and he went inside to make his evening meal. Just then, there was a knock at the door. He opened the door, to find a policeman standing on the door-step.
"What have I done wrong？" Mr. Hill asked himself. "Have I driven on the wrong side of the road？ Has there been some trouble at the bank？ Have I forgotten to pay an important bill？"
"Hello, Uncle," said the policeman, "My name is Jack."
Mr. Hill ______.
A．works in a bank by himself
B．lives in a bank and works by himself
C．lives by himself and works in a bank
D．lives in a bank by himself
Mr. Flowers' glasshouse was close to a public path, which was always used by children walking to and from school. Boys were often attracted to throw a stone or two at his glasshouse. So Mr. Flowers did his best to be in or close by his glasshouse at the beginning and end of the school day.
However, it was not convenient or possible to be on guard all the time. Mr. Flowers had tried in many ways to prevent harm to his glass; but nothing that he had done had been successful.
Then, just as he was giving up hope of ever winning the battle, and of growing the Rose of the Year, he had a truly wonderful idea. He put up a large notice made of good, strong wood, some metres away from the glasshouse, where it could be' clearly seen from the path. He had painted on the board the words: DO NOT THROW STONES AT THIS NOTICE. After this, Mr. Flowers had no further trouble. The boys were much more attracted to throw stones at the notice than at the glasshouse.
Mr. Flowers' great hope is ______.
A．to grow beautiful flowers
B．to grow the Rose of the Year and win a prize
C．to grow all kinds of flowers in the world
D．to take part in the competition
Mr. Phanourakis knew no language except his own but, with the self-confidence of a mountain villager, he made his way easily about the ship. When the bell announced the serving of lunch on his first day on board he found the number of his table from the list outside the dining-room and went straight to his table while many of the other passengers crowded helplessly round the chief steward waiting to be told where their tables were.
It was a small table for two. Mr. Phanourakis sat down. After a few minutes his table--companion arrived. "Bon appetit, m’sieur," he murmured politely, as he took the other chair.
Mr. Phanourakis looked at him quickly and then smiled. "Phanourakis," he said, carefully spacing out the Greek syllables.
During the afternoon, one of the ship's officers, who spoke a little Greek, asked Mr. Phanourakis whether he had found any acquaintances on board.
The old man shook his head. "The only person I've met is my table-companion," he said. "I think he's French. His name is Bonappetit."
"That is not a name," said the officer gently. "It is a French expression that means 'good appetite'."
The old man's sons wanted him to go to America ______.
A．to live the rest of his life with them
B．and stay with them for a few years
C．to help them run their restaurant
D．to see how rich they had become
"OK,' Dad," said his son. But he was afraid his son couldn't remember this, he wrote these words down on a piece of paper and gave it to him. His son put it .into his small pocket, took it out and looked at it every now and then.
Four days passed, but no one came to see his father. The boy thought that there was no man to come and that the piece of paper was of no more use for him, so he burnt it that evening.
The next afternoon, someone knocked at tile door. The boy opened it. A man was standing at the door and said, "Where is your father？" the boy put his hand into his pocket at once and looked fbr the piece of paper. He could not find it. He suddenly remembered he had burnt it so he shouted, "No more."
The man was very surprised. He asked, "No more？ I met your father last week. When did it happen？"
"Burnt yesterday evening."
Mr. Brown told his son that ______.
A．he would be away from home for four days
B．he would be back in seven days
C．he would be back in a month
D．he liked a cup of tea
根据以下材料回答第 21～30 题：
I can clearly remember the first time I met Mr. Andrews, my old headmaster, （21） that was over twenty years ago . During the war ,I was at school in the north of England . As soon as it ended, my family returned to London. There were not enough schools left for children to go to and my father had to go from one school to another, asking them to （22） me as a pupil . I used to go with him but he had such a （23） time trying to persuade people even to see him that I seldom had to do any tests. We had been to all the schools near where we lived ,but the more （24） my father argued ,the more it became. In the end ,we went to a school about five miles away from home. The headmaster kept us waiting for （25） an hour. While we were waiting , I （26） around at the school building ,which was one of those old Victorian structures, completely out of date but still standing. I could hear the boys playing in the playground outside when the headmaster’s secretary finally （27） us into his office. Mr. Andrews spoke to me first ,“Why do you want to come here ？” he asked. I had been thinking of saying something about studying but couldn’t （28） remembering the boys outside .“I don’t know anyone in London, ” I said . “I like to play with the other boys. I like to read a lot of books too,” I （29） . “All right ,”Mr. Andrews said . “We have one place （30） ,in face.”
My two years at that school were among the happiest of my life.
第 21 题 填入（21）处的最佳答案是（）。
A．if
B．despite
C．although
D．since
Mrs. Wilson and her daughters went to look at the house. Sure enough, there was a For Rent sign in the window. A woman next door told them that the owner was Antonio Pompei, who owned a bakery farther up the street.
Mrs. Wilson has great difficulty walking for she is almost blind, so she waited in the car while her daughters went along to the bakery. The daughters met Mr. Pompei, who agreed to rent the house. However, the daughters wanted to see the inside of the house before they agreed to rent it. One of the bakery employees went with them to the house, where he met Mrs. Wilson.
All three women liked the house and returned to the bakery to tell Mr. Pompei that they would rent it.
When Mr. Pompei saw Mrs. Wilson, he quickly walked out of the bakery. He had not realized Mrs. Wilson was Indian. Her daughters look more like their father, who is of a different ethnic(种族) origin. The next day, Mrs. Wilson and her daughters returned to the bakery in an attempt to rent the house. Because of her blindness, Mr. Wilson was helped out of the car and guided into the bakery by one of her daughters. Mr. Pompei told the women that the house was already rented.
The Wilsons suspected discrimination. As soon as they got home, Mrs. Wilson phoned Mr. Pompei, without identifying herself, Mr. Pompei lost his temper.
Mrs. Wilson complained to the Human Rights Commission. Their examination discovered that the tenants who did rent the house had not even seen it at the time when Mrs. Wilson visited it. They applied to rent it a full week after Mrs. Wilson had applied.
(1)According to the passage, Mrs. Wilson was _____________.
A、to rent the house for her daughters
B、to rent the house for someone else
C、to rent the house for her family
D、to sublet (转租) the house
(2)According to the passage, we are certain that Mr. Wilson was _____________.
A、an Indian
B、not an Indian
C、an Asian
D、from India
(3)Mrs. Wilson found Mr. Pompei’s discrimination by _____________.
A、complaining to the Human Rights Commission
B、making the bakery owner angry
C、making an unidentifiable phone call
D、pretending to be a woman of wealth
(4)In the end Mrs. Wilson couldn’t rent the house simply because _____________.
A、she was of Indian origin
B、she needed assistance while walking
C、the owner of the house asked for more money
D、she was almost blind
(5)Which of the following statement is NOT TRUE？
A、Mr. Wilson had at least two daughters.
B、The house had been rented to someone else a week before.
C、Mrs. Wilson was almost blind.
D、Mr. Pompei was practicing racial discrimination.
The sheep, which are to mow (and, not inconsequentially, fertilize) an airy half-acre patch in the 19th District intended in the same spirit. City Hall refers to the project as “eco-grazing,” and it notes that the four ewes will prevent the use of noisy, gas-guzzling mowers and cut down on the use of herbicides. Paris has plans for a slightly larger eco-grazing project not far from the archives building, assuming all goes well; similar projects have been under way in smaller towns in the region in recent years.
The sheep, from a rare, diminutive Breton breed called Ouessant, stand just about two feet high. Chosen for their hardiness, city officials said, they will pasture here until October inside a three-foot-high, yellow electrified fence.
“This is really not a one-shot deal,” insisted René Dutrey, the adjunct mayor for the environment and sustainable development. Mr. Dutrey, a fast-talking man in orange-striped Adidas Samba sneakers, noted that the sheep had cost the city a total of just about $335, though no further economic projections have been drawn up for the time being.
A metal fence surrounds the grounds of the archives, and a security guard stands watch at the gate, so there is little risk that local predators — large, unleashed dogs, for instance — will be able to reach the ewes.
Curious humans, however, are encouraged to visit the sheep, and perhaps the archives, too. The eco-grazing project began as an initiative to attract the public to the archives, and informational panels have been put in place to explain what, exactly, the sheep are doing here.
“Myself, I wanted a donkey,” said Agnès Masson, the director of the archives, an ultramodern 1990 edifice built of concrete and glass. Sheep, it was decided, would be more appropriate.
But the archivists have had to be trained to care for the animals. In the unlikely event that a ewe should flip onto her back, Ms. Masson said, someone must rush to put her back on her feet.
Norman Joseph Woodland was born in Atlantic City on Sept. 6, 1921. As a Boy Scout he learned Morse code, the spark that would ignite his invention.
After spending World War II on the Manhattan Project , Mr. Woodland resumed his studies at the Drexel Institute of Technology in Philadelphia (it is now Drexel University), earning a bachelor’s degree in 1947.
As an undergraduate, Mr. Woodland perfected a system for delivering elevator music efficiently. He planned to pursue the project commercially, but his father, who had come of age in “Boardwalk Empire”-era Atlantic City, forbade it: elevator music, he said, was controlled by the mob, and no son of his was going to come within spitting distance.
The younger Mr. Woodland returned to Drexel for a master’s degree. In 1948, a local supermarket executive visited the campus, where he implored a dean to develop an efficient means of encoding product data. The dean demurred, but Mr. Silver, a fellow graduate student who overheard their conversation, was intrigued. He conscripted Mr. Woodland.
An early idea of theirs, which involved printing product information in fluorescent ink and reading it with ultraviolet light, proved unworkable.
But Mr. Woodland, convinced that a solution was close at hand, quit graduate school to devote himself to the problem. He holed up at his grandparents’ home in Miami Beach, where he spent the winter of 1948-49 in a chair in the sand, thinking.
To represent information visually, he realized, he would need a code. The only code he knew was the one he had learned in the Boy Scouts.
What would happen, Mr. Woodland wondered one day, if Morse code, with its elegant simplicity and limitless combinatorial potential, were adapted graphically？ He began trailing his fingers idly through the sand.
“What I’m going to tell you sounds like a fairy tale,” Mr. Woodland told Smithsonian magazine in 1999. “I poked my four fingers into the sand and for whatever reason — I didn’t know — I pulled my hand toward me and drew four lines. I said: ‘Golly! Now I have four lines, and they could be wide lines and narrow lines instead of dots and dashes.’”
Today, bar codes appears on the surface of almost every product of contemporary life.All because a bright young man, his mind ablaze with dots and dashes, one day raked his fingers through the sand.
