英语初级口语教程 Do You Know Who I Am?

Text A

Do You Know Who I Am?
Mr Smith is well known *** Wash***g***n bec***se of his many social blunders. He alw**s ***kes *** attend the various social functions bec***se he wants *** expand his circle of friend. Whe***ver he is ******t*** , he ***es , u***ess he is ill.

Recently he receiv*** an ******tation *** a fashionable banquet. A***hough he did not know the hostess, he a***ept*** the ******tation. He was secretly very pleas***, bec***se he fe*** that his reputation as a desirable guest was grow***g.
When he arriv***. at the banquet hall, he found that about o*** hundr*** people had been ******t***. He began *** move around the hall. He spoke *** other guests whether he k***w them *** not. He soon rea***z*** that he had ***ver ***t any of the other people present, a***hough they see***d *** know each other.

At d******r, he was seat*** beside a very dignifi*** woman. The woman tri*** *** be friendly even though she had ***ver ***t Mr Smith bef***e. She spoke po***tely, whe***ver he spoke *** her. Between the first and se***nd ***urse of the ***al , she tur***d *** Mr Smith and said, "Do you see that gray-hair*** man at the end of the table? The o*** with the glasses. "

"Ah, yes. Who is he?" ask*** Mr Smith.
"He's the Secretary of the Interi***!" she rep******.
Mr Smith said: "So that's the Secretary of the Interi***! I'm afraid that I f***d very ***ttle *** admire about him, a***hough he is the Secretary. "
The woman stiffe***d and did not reply. Smith ***nt***u*** *** spite of her ***ld***ss. "I really can't see how he receiv*** his appo***t***nt, u***ess he is perhaps a relative of the President. "

"It hardly matters whether you ***ke the Secretary of not," she said. "He was chosen bec***se the President thought he was the man f*** the job If he does the job well, you ***uld h**e no ***mplairit. "
"That's just it,"persist*** Smith. "No o*** does the th***gs he does , u***ess he is a ***mplete fool ! "

"Sir! "said the woman *** all her dignity. "Do you know who I am?"
"No," rep****** Smith.
"I am the Secretary's wife, "she said ***ldly. Mr Smith was flabbergast***, but he went on *** spite of his embarrass***nt. "Madam, do you know who I am?"
"No, I don't," the woman rep******.
"Thank ***od***ss! "exclai***d Mr Smith, as he qu***kly left the table.

Text B

Hands Up!

This was the ***nversation *** the expensive ***p *** London. A man and a woman walk*** *** and . . . SALESMAN: Can I help you?
WOMAN: Yes , we're look***g f*** a watch. It's f*** ***.
SALESMAN: I see. What pr***e are you ***terest*** ***?
MAN: The pr***e doesn't matter. But it must be a ***ld watch.
WOMAN: And ******mat***. I must h**e an ******mat*** watch !
SALESMAN: Hmm... so***th***g ***ke this, perhaps. It's o*** of our best watches. Made ***
Switzerland. Fully ******mat***. With a calendar and...
MAN: It's n***e .. . but h**en't you ***t anyth***g better?
SALESMAN: Better? Better than this? Well , we h**e so*** Orly de luxe watches...
probably the best watch *** the w***ld. But I'm afraid they're far m***e
expensive than this o***. They ***st. . .
MAN: Would you ***w us o***, please?
WOMAAN: Yes , ***uld we see o*** of them . please?
SALESMAN: They're *** the managcr's off***e. You sce, we don't. . .
MAN: ***uld you possibly get onc *** two of them now?
SAI.EsMAN: Er. . . yes , of ***urse. Would you wait here f*** a mo***nt. Please?
(He ***es *** the manager'sd knocks on the do***. )
MANAGEK: ****** ***.
SALESMAN: Mr Crawf***d, I h**e two cus******rs who..
WOMAN: All right ! Hands up ! Stand over there !
MANAGER/
SALEsMAN: What *** the w***ld. . .
MAN: Shut up! And open that safe ! ****** on! Open it !
MANAGER: I. . . I can't open it.
MAN: What do you ***an? You must open it.
MANAGER: You ***ld. *** ***. put my hands up. How can I open the safe with my hands up?

　

Question on Text B

7. Read the follow***g passage once. Under****** the key w***ds while read***g and retell the s***ry *** your part***r.

Henry D. Penrose was a dog with a p***igree. He ***v*** *** a f***e s****** house with white marble steps and r*** velvet drapes on every w***dow.
His ow***r, Profess*** Randolph Penrose, was quite r***h. Each m***n***g Henry was driven *** Ob***ience School *** a long black ***mous***e. "

Each afternoon he was f*** two grill*** lamb chops f*** lunch.
Each even***g he fell asleep *** his fur-******d basket *** front of the fire- place.
On Saturdays he was groo***d at Miss Fifi's Shop. And on Sundays he a***ompani*** the profess*** *** the park, where a class***al ***chestra play*** sooth***g mus*** and the grass was ***ol and fragrant.

Profess*** Penrose would stroke Henry's sh***y ***at and say, "You h**e the ***fe, Henry my boy!"
And Henry certa***ly had *** agree.
Then o*** day it all chang***. Just. Like. That. profess*** Penrose receiv*** a telegram offer***g him a chance *** dig f*** d***os***r bo***s *** Idaho. F*** o*** entire year.
There was o***y o*** problem. The telegram stat*** quite firmly *** the largest letters possible: NO PETS ALLOWED!

The ***ok, Mrs Washburn, agre*** *** take Henry *** her ho*** until the profess*** retur***d.
Profess*** Penrose hat*** *** send Henry *** ***ve on the other side of the city. There were no marble steps *** r*** velvet drapes on Mrs Washburn's property.
But Henry was but******d ****** his r*** plaid ***at and driven *** the Washburn residence.
Henry stepp*** out of the ***mous***e. He was so ***ck*** that his ears stuck out ***ke two car do***s.

Such an untidy ho*** he had ***ver seen. It was all he ***uld do *** ma***ta*** a sense of dignity.
He was p***k***g his way through the ***ys on the muddy front steps when a tumble of children spill*** on*** the p***ch, s***op*** him up, and bef***e you ***uld say"O***-two"Henry was depo****** *** a sea of soap bubbles *** the Washburn bathtub.
Each ti*** he tri*** *** jump out, ***ttle hands push*** him back ***. "Don't be ***o rough, children," said Mrs Washburn. "Henry isn't us*** *** such fun. "

D******r that even***g was a big steamy ham bo***. Bits of cabbage fell from it as o*** of the children ***ss*** it from the pot *** Henry. What! thought Henry. No plate?
He wonder*** if he'd ever see a grill*** lamb chop aga***.
By b***ti***, Henry was exh***st***. His fur-******d basket had been left beh***d. Where would he sleep?

Just then two of the children carri*** him off *** a room with three bunk b***s.
"Henry's sleep***g with *** ! " announc*** o*** child , pul***ng him *** o*** bunk.
"Oh no! Henry's sleep***g with ***!" protest*** another, yank***g him ***ward another bunk.
A third child elbow*** his way ***, and Henry flopp*** *** the flo***.

Bef***e he ***uld crawl under o*** of the b***s, a pillow fight broke out.
Thwack! A pillow smack*** ****** Henry's face. He bark***. Loud!
Mrs Washburn ca*** scurry***g down the hallway. The children scatter*** ****** their b***s.
"Why, Henry!" s***ld*** Mrs Washburn. "You ***ver bark*** ***ke that bef***e! Quiet down, *** the children will ***ver get *** sleep!"

On Sunday there was no park *** class***al ***chestra. No ***ol and fragrant grass. Just the Washburn's backyard with its dande***on clumps and creaky sw***gs and a f***t made out of empty cardboard boxes.
The children wrestl*** with Henry. They scratch*** his ears and ti*** an old r*** Christmas ribbon around his ***ck. They tri*** *** make him chase the cat ***xt do***. Baby Washburn even kiss*** him-a big, sloppy, wet, strawberry-lol***pop kiss , right on the nose.

Later, when Baby ***ppl*** over on*** Henry's tail, they both cri***: "
"Yeeeeooooooow !
Mrs Washburn pok*** her head out of the back do***. "Don't hurt Baby, Henry. "
Days, weeks, months pass***.
Henry lear***d *** put up with pillow fights and strawberry kisses. He lear***d *** ign***e the ***ighbour's cat and *** wriggle Christmas ribbons off
his ***ck. He even lear***d *** eat steamy ham bo***s.

And then o*** day everyth***g chang***. Just. Like. That.
Profess*** Penrose retur***d. ,
The long black ***mous***e ca*** *** take Henry back *** the profess***'s f***e s****** house.
The Washburn children gather*** on their front p***ch. Tears strea***d down their cheeks. "Good-bye, Henry," they sniffl*** sadly. "Good-bye!"

That even***g, after be***g groo***d by Miss Fifi (who kept sigh***g over the tangles *** his ***at) and after be***g f*** two plump, perfectly grill*** lamb chops (*** his own monogram***d dish), Henry c***mb*** ****** his fur******d basket *** front of the fireplace.
He yaw***d. He laid his head on his front paws. He clos*** his eyes.
But he did not *** *** sleep.

So***th***g was wrong. Everyth***g was so quiet, so peaceful. Too quiet. Too peaceful.
Henry c***mb*** out of his basket. He nudg*** open the front do*** and head*** down the road *** the Washburn house. At first he walk*** properly, as he had been t***ght. Then he ran.
When he arriv***, he scratch*** at the do***.

Mrs Washburn ope***d it. "Why, it's you, Henry. Wel****** ho***!" Henry dash*** up the stairs and ****** the children's b***room. It was dark.
Thwack! A pillow smack*** ****** his face.
Henry duck*** under o*** of the b***s. He s***ll*** the fa***t scent of strawberry, and as he drift*** off *** sleep, he was th***k***g *** himself; You h**e the ***fe, Henry my boy. You h**e the ***fe.