My grandfather came from Hungary and was the only one in his family who settled down in the United States. The rest of his family remained in Europe. When World War I brot, he seemed to have become another man, downhearted. Such obvious change was not born out of concern for his welfare, but out of fear: if his only son, my uncle, had to go to war, it would be cousin fighting against cousin.
One day in 1918, my Uncle Milton received his draft notice. My grandparents were very upset. But my mother, at the age of 10, felt on top of the world about her soldier brother going off to war. Realizing how he was regarded by his little sister and all of her friends, my uncle bought them all service pins, which meant that they had a loved one in the service. All the little girls were delighted.
The moment came when my uncle and the other soldiers, without any training but all in uniforms, boarded the train. The band played and the crowd cheered. Although no one noticed, I’m sure my grandmother had a tear in her eye for the only son. The train slowly pulled out, but not about a thousand yards when it suddenly paused. Everyone stared in wonder as the train slowly returned to the station. There was a dead silence before the doors opened and the men started to step out. Someone shouted, “The war is over!”For a moment, nobody moved, but then the people heard someone bark orders at the soldiers. The men lined up in two lines, walked down the steps, and with the band playing, marched down the street, as returning heroes, to be welcomed home. My mother said it was a great day, but she was just a little disappointed that it didn’t last a tiny bit longer.
1. What the grandfather was most worried about was .
A. the spread of the world war B. the safety of his two cousins
C. a drop in his living standards D. his relatives killing each other
2. The underlined phrase “draft notice”means________.
A. order for army service B. train ticket for Europe
C. letter of rejection D. note of warning
3. What did the “service pins”(in Para.2) stand for in the eyes of the little girls?
A. Strength B. Courage C. Victory D. Honor
4. Which of the following words can best describe the ending of the story?
A. Disappointing B. Unexpected C. Uncertain D. Inspiring
There is a 1930s-old restaurant in my hometown that has done little to update itself over the past 80 years. This is part of its charm, as is the wooden phone booth that sits neglected in the age of the cellphone.
Ah, the phone booth. We need it now more than ever.
For me it symbolizes that phone calls were once private affairs, even if the information being shared was not sensitive in any way. It was simply assumed that a phone conversation was meant for two people, and two people only. In public places this meant turning to the phone booth—a private chamber where one could converse in peace without being overheard.
Even at home, phone calls used to be regarded as private. Growing up in the 1960s, we had one phone in the house—fixed to the kitchen wall.
As a kid, I didn't get or make many calls. I do, however, remember answering the phone, asking for the identity of the caller, and then handing the phone to my mom. She'd take it, say “Hello, Mrs. Flaubert，”and then, “one moment please，”as she placed her hand over the receiver, turned to me, and directed, “This is for me. Why don't you go outside and play？”
Flash forward to what cellphones have done to the past. Within the space of very few years, private conversations have become public declaration, and being overheard seems to be the point. A large part of the problem, of course, is that we now carry our phones with us, and the reflex(反射) to answer the device as soon as it rings is a response Pavlov would have appreciated.
But the information is revealed! Not long ago I was sitting in Boston's South Station, waiting for my train. After purchasing a sandwich, I sat down at a table near a man who was on his cellphone.
Let me paraphrase what the man had to say：“Yes, that's right. The red and yellow roses. That will be a Visa.”Then he proceeded to recite his card number and expiration date before signing off.
I stared unbelievably at the fellow. He glanced at me and asked，“What？”
My response was immediate: I recited his card number back to him, along with the expiration date.
There is no more privacy, no longer a sense of personal borders or limits and the cellphone has become a loudspeaker.
To return to phone booths: Why did they disappear? And should you think a phone booth has no value today, I saw one on eBay going for $4，750.
5. Why do private conversations turn into public declaration according to the passage?
A. Phone booths have died out in modern life.
B. People lack a sense of personal borders or limits.
C. The content of phone calls is not that sensitive.
D. It is convenient for people to reach for cellphones.
6. By describing what happened in Boston's South Station, the author indicates that ________．
A. it's ridiculous to answer cellphones in public places
B. it's impolite to overhear others answering cellphones