Lesson Eleven Selling the Post (I)lected怎么读
Rusll Baker
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三十年代初，时值美国经济大萧条时期，一个小男孩的父亲去世，母亲带着他和妹妹在舅舅家生活。小男孩成了一名获奖作家之后，以轻松、幽默的文笔和略带自嘲的口吻描述了他8岁到12岁之间，在母亲的安排下，推销杂志的尝试。他记述了他母亲如何激发他奋发图强，甚至带有强迫性地将喜爱躲在屋里看书的他推向了外面充满竞争的世界。本文生动地刻画了母子俩和兄妹俩截然不同的性格。
安娜卡列宁娜 1 I began working in journalism when I was eight years old. It was my mother's idea. She wanted me to make something of mylf and, after a leve-lheaded appraisal of my strengths, decided I had better start young if I was to have any chance of keeping up with the competition.
2 The flaw in my character which she had already spotted was lack of gumption. My idea of a perfect afternoon was lying in front of the radio rereading my favorite Big Little B
ook, Dick Tracy Meets Stooge Viller. My mother despid inactivity. Seeing me having a good time in repo, she was powerless to hide her disgust. "You've got no more gumption than a bump on a log, " she said. "Get out in the kitchen and help Doris do tho dirty dishes. " 出国留学中介
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3 My sister Doris, though two years younger than I, had enough gumption for a dozen people. She positively enjoyed washing dishes, making beds, and cleaning the hou. When she was only ven she could carry a piece of shortweighted chee back to the A & P, threaten the manager with legal action, and come back triumphantly with the full quarter-pound we'd paid for and a few ounces extra thrown in for forgiveness. Doris could have made something of herlf if she hadn't been a girl. Becau of this defect, however, the best she could hope for was a career as a nur or schoolteacher, the only work that capable females were considered up to in tho days.
wool 4 This must have saddened my mother, this twist of fate that had allocated all the gumption to the daughter and left her with a son who was content with Dick Tracy and St
ooge Viller. If disappointed, though, she wasted no energy on lf-pity. She would make me make something of mylf whether I wanted to or not. "The Lord helps tho who help themlves, " she said. That was the way her mind worked.
5 She was realistic about the difficulty. Having sized up the material the Lord had given her to mold, she didn't overestimate what she could do with it. She didn't insist that I grow up to be President of the United States. campaigns
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6 Fifty years ago parents still asked boys if they wanted to grow up to be president, and asked it not jokingly but riously. Many parents who were hardly more than paupers still believed their sons could do it. Abraham Lincoln had done it. We were only sixty-five years from Lincoln. Many a grandfather who walked among us could remember Lincoln's time. Men of grandfatherly age were the worst for asking if you wanted to grow up to be president. A surprising number of little boys said yes and meant it.
7 I was asked many times mylf. No, I would say, I didn't want to grow up to be president. My mother was prent during one of the interrogations. An elderly uncle, ha
ving pod the usual question and expod my lack of interest in the presidency, asked, "Well, what do you want to be when you grow up? "
8 I loved to pick through trash piles and collect empty bottles, tin cans with pretty labels, and discarded magazines. The most desirable job on earth sprang instantly to mind. "I want to be a garbage man, " I said.
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9 My uncle smiled, but my mother had en the first distressing evidence of a bump budding on a log. "Have a little gumption, Rusll, " she said. Her calling me Rusll was a signal of unhappiness. When she approved of me I was always "Buddy. "
漂荡 10 When I turned eight years old she decided that the job of starting me on the road toward making something of mylf could no longer be safely delayed. "Buddy, " she said one day, "I want you to come home right after school this afternoon. Somebody's coming and I want you to meet him. "
11 When I burst in that afternoon she was in conference in the parlor with an executive
of the Curtis Publishing Company. She introduced me. He bent low from the waist and shook my hand. Was it true as my mother had told him, he asked, that I longed for the opportunity to conquer the world of business?
12 My mother replied that I was blesd with a rare determination to make something of mylf.
13 "That's right, " I whispered.
14 "But have you got the grit, the character, the never-say-quit spirit it takes to succeed in business? "
15 My mother said I certainly did.
16 "That's right, " I said.
17 He eyed me silently for a long pau, as though weighing whether I could be trusted to keep his confidence, then spoke man to-man. Before taking a crucial step, he said, he
wanted to tell me that working for the Curtis Publishing Company placed enormous responsibility on a young man. It was one of the great companies of America. Perhaps the greatest publishing hou in the world. I had heard, no doubt, of the Saturday Evening Post ?
18 Heard of it? My mother said that everyone in our hou had heard of the Saturday Evening Post and that I, in fact, read it with religious devotion.
