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(MUSIC)VOICE ONE:I’m Shirley Griffith.VOICE TWO:And I’m Doug Johnson with the VOA Special English program, PEOPLE IN AMERICA. Today, we tell about the life of writer and reporter, Carl Rowan. He was one of the most honored reporters in the ed States. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:Carl Rowan was known for the powerful stories that he wrote for major newspapers. His columns were published in more than one hundred newspapers across the ed States. He was the first black newspaper columnist to have his work appear in major newspapers. Carl Rowan Carl Rowan called himself a newspaperman. Yet, he was also a writer of best-selling books. He wrote about the lives of African American civil rights leader, Reverend Martin Luther King Junior and ed States Supreme Court Justice, Thurgood Marshall. Carl Rowan also was a radio broadcaster and a popular public speaker. For thirty years, he appeared on a weekly television show about American politics. VOICE TWO:Carl Rowan won praise over the years for his reports about race relations in America. He provided a public voice for poor people and minorities in America. He influenced people in positions of power. VOICE TWO(cont):Mister Rowan opened many doors for African Americans. He was the first black deputy Secretary of State in the administration of President John F. Kennedy. And he was the first black director of the ed States Information Agency which at the time supervised the Voice of America. (MUSIC)VOICE ONE:Carl Rowan was born in Nineteen-Twenty-Five in the southern city of Ravenscroft, Tennessee. He grew up during the Great Depression, one of the worst economic times in the ed States. His family was very poor. His father stacked wood used for building, when he had work. His mother worked cleaning the homes of white people when she could. The Rowan family had no electricity, no running water, no telephone and no radio. Carl said he would sometimes steal food or drink warm milk from the cows on nearby farms. The Rowans did not even have a clock. As a boy, Carl said he knew if it was time to go to school by the sound of a train. He said if the train was late, he was late.VOICE TWO:Growing up, Carl had very little hope for any change. There were not many jobs for blacks in the South. The schools were not good. Racial tensions were high. Laws were enforced to keep blacks and whites separate. It was a teacher who urged Carl to make something of himself. Bessie Taylor Gwynn taught him to believe he could be a poet or a writer. She urged him to write as much as possible. She would even get books for him because blacks were banned from public libraries.Bessie Taylor Gwynn made sure that Carl finished high school. And he did. He graduated at the top of his class. VOICE ONE:Carl entered Tennessee State College in Nineteen-Forty-Two. He almost had to leave college after the first few months because he did not have enough money. But on the way to catch a bus, his luck changed. He found the twenty dollars he needed to stay in college. VOICE ONE(cont):Carl Rowan did so well in college that he was chosen by the ed States Navy to become one of the first fifteen black Navy officers. He said that experience changed his life. Carl served on ships during World War Two. Afterward, he returned to college and graduated from Oberlin College in Ohio. He went on to receive his master’s degree in journalism from the University of Minnesota. Article/200802/28056

22Josiah was eight years old when he became king, and he reigned in Jerusalem thirty-one years. His mother's name was Jedidah daughter of Adaiah; she was from Bozkath. 2He did what was right in the eyes of the Lord and walked in all the ways of his father David, not turning aside to the right or to the left. 3In the eighteenth year of his reign, King Josiah sent the secretary, Shaphan son of Azaliah, the son of Meshullam, to the temple of the Lord . He said: 4"Go up to Hilkiah the high priest and have him get y the money that has been brought into the temple of the Lord , which the doorkeepers have collected from the people. 5Have them entrust it to the men appointed to supervise the work on the temple. And have these men pay the workers who repair the temple of the Lord - 6the carpenters, the builders and the masons. Also have them purchase timber and dressed stone to repair the temple. 7But they need not account for the money entrusted to them, because they are acting faithfully." 8Hilkiah the high priest said to Shaphan the secretary, "I have found the Book of the Law in the temple of the Lord ." He gave it to Shaphan, who it. 9Then Shaphan the secretary went to the king and reported to him: "Your officials have paid out the money that was in the temple of the Lord and have entrusted it to the workers and supervisors at the temple." 10Then Shaphan the secretary informed the king, "Hilkiah the priest has given me a book." And Shaphan from it in the presence of the king. 11When the king heard the words of the Book of the Law, he tore his robes. 12He gave these orders to Hilkiah the priest, Ahikam son of Shaphan, Acbor son of Micaiah, Shaphan the secretary and Asaiah the king's attendant: 13"Go and inquire of the Lord for me and for the people and for all Judah about what is written in this book that has been found. Great is the Lord 's anger that burns against us because our fathers have not obeyed the words of this book; they have not acted in accordance with all that is written there concerning us." 14Hilkiah the priest, Ahikam, Acbor, Shaphan and Asaiah went to speak to the prophetess Huldah, who was the wife of Shallum son of Tikvah, the son of Harhas, keeper of the wardrobe. She lived in Jerusalem, in the Second District. 15She said to them, "This is what the Lord , the God of Israel, says: Tell the man who sent you to me, 16'This is what the Lord says: I am going to bring disaster on this place and its people, according to everything written in the book the king of Judah has . 17Because they have forsaken me and burned incense to other gods and provoked me to anger by all the idols their hands have made, my anger will burn against this place and will not be quenched.' 18Tell the king of Judah, who sent you to inquire of the Lord , 'This is what the Lord , the God of Israel, says concerning the words you heard: 19Because your heart was responsive and you humbled yourself before the Lord when you heard what I have spoken against this place and its people, that they would become accursed and laid waste, and because you tore your robes and wept in my presence, I have heard you, declares the Lord . 20Therefore I will gather you to your fathers, and you will be buried in peace. Your eyes will not see all the disaster I am going to bring on this place.' " So they took her answer back to the king. Article/200809/51144

Are you busy? Do you lead a busy life? It seems we get busier and busier in our lives. I hate being busy. I’d much rather have nothing to do. Being busy makes me stressed and I end up making mistakes or forgetting something. Who’s the busiest person you know? I bet he or she is really stressed. The busy people I know are always looking ahead to their next holiday… and then in their holiday they are busy doing other things. I think we busy ourselves with too many things. We need to learn to relax and take things slowly. Even at work we have to look busy, even if we’re not. When the boss comes, we tell our friends, “Look busy!” That’s silly. It would be great if the word ‘busy’ disappeared from the English language. Article/201104/130843

‘当我年轻的时候,’ 老哲人摇晃着灰白的卷发说道,‘我总是让关节保持柔软灵巧,我用的是这种一先令一盒的油膏,你想要两盒吗,请允许我向你推销,’ `In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, `I kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box-- Allow me to sell you a couple?' `You are old,' said the youth, `and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak-- Pray how did you manage to do it?' `In my youth,' said his father, `I took to the law, And argued each case with my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life.' `You are old,' said the youth, `one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- What made you so awfully clever?' `I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' Said his father; `don't give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!' `That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar. `Not QUITE right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly; `some of the words have got altered.' Article/201012/122111

“What’s the name of that store again? It starts with an 'A,'” Lorraine asked. Quinn didn’t know, either. It was a four- or five-syllable word that didn’t have anything to do with clothes. Yet it was a well-known, upscale clothing chain for women.“Why can’t they just name it something simple, like Ross Dress for Less?” Quinn said. “Everyone can remember that name!” He suggested a couple of names—Apostrophe, Apology. No, Lorraine told him, neither was right. “Well,” Quinn said, “let’s go to the ‘A-store,’ and then we’ll the sign and remember the name again, at least until we leave the store.”The name of the store was Anthropologie. It was on South Lake. Once inside, Lorraine started browsing through the clothes; Quinn headed straight toward one of various piles of books with catchy titles for sale. Lorraine called him over to look at a pair of slacks. “How much?” she asked. He guessed . She told him they were four times that much. He replied that he wouldn’t pay more than for them. She laughed. “You’re so cheap,” she said.He picked up a book called How to Act Like a Lady, and started ing it. It would be a good book for Lorraine to practice her English and also for her to learn how to act in America, her new country. Lorraine came over with three tops and asked him to accompany her to the dressing room area. Article/201108/148433

伊丽莎白在做针线,一面留神地听着达西跟彬格莱谈话。只听得彬格莱恭维话说个不停,不是说他的字写得好,就是说他的字迹一行行很齐整,要不就是赞美他的信写得仔细,可是对方却完全是冷冰冰爱理不理。The day passed much as the day before had done. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley had spent some hours of the morning with the invalid, who continued, though slowly, to mend; and in the evening Elizabeth joined their party in the drawing-room. The loo-table, however, did not appear. Mr. Darcy was writing, and Miss Bingley, seated near him, was watching the progress of his letter and repeatedly calling off his attention by messages to his sister. Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley were at piquet, and Mrs. Hurst was observing their game.Elizabeth took up some needlework, and was sufficiently amused in attending to what passed between Darcy and his companion. The perpetual commendations of the lady, either on his handwriting, or on the evenness of his lines, or on the length of his letter, with the perfect unconcern with which her praises were received, formed a curious dialogue, and was exactly in union with her opinion of each.;How delighted Miss Darcy will be to receive such a letter!;He made no answer.;You write uncommonly fast. ;;You are mistaken. I write rather slowly. ;;How many letters you must have occasion to write in the course of a year! Letters of business, too! How odious I should think them!;;It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of yours. ;;Pray tell your sister that I long to see her. ;;I have aly told her so once, by your desire. ;;I am afraid you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you. I mend pens remarkably well. ;;Thank you--but I always mend my own. ;;How can you contrive to write so even?;He was silent.;Tell your sister I am delighted to hear of her improvement on the harp; and pray let her know that I am quite in raptures with her beautiful little design for a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss Grantley#39;s. ;;Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? At present I have not room to do them justice. ;;Oh! it is of no consequence. I shall see her in January. But do you always write such charming long letters to her, Mr. Darcy?;;They are generally long; but whether always charming it is not for me to determine. ;;It is a rule with me, that a person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill. ;;That will not do for a compliment to Darcy, Caroline, ; cried her brother, ;because he does NOT write with ease. He studies too much for words of four syllables. Do not you, Darcy?;;My style of writing is very different from yours. ;;Oh!; cried Miss Bingley, ;Charles writes in the most careless way imaginable. He leaves out half his words, and blots the rest. ;;My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them--by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents. ; Article/201106/142318

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