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The Game of the Name
Here comes John Smith walking toward me. Even though he is but a passing acquaintance, the American greeting ritual demands that I utter a few words to reassure him of my good will. But what form. of ad- dress should I use? John? Smith? Dr. Smith? A decision such as this is usually made unconsciously.
As native speakers in the American speech community, we have grown up learning the rules of address at the same time that we were acquiring the grammatical rules of American - English. At first thought, it might seem a trivial pursuit to examine the ways in which we address one another. But forms of address re- veal many assumptions we make about memebers of our speech community.
Our initial decision about the appropriate address form. is based on relative ages. If the person being ad- dressed is a child, then almost all the rules that we have unconsciously assimilated can safely be ignored, and we use the simple formula First Name. The child, in turn, addresses an adult by using the formula Tihe plus Last Name.
But defining a "child" is not always easy. I address my son's roommate at college by FN, even though he is an adult under the law. I, too, have the relative age of a child to a 75 - year - old acquaintance who calls me Pete. Let us assume that John Smith' is not a child who can be addressed by FN but is either my contemporary or my elder. The next important determiner for the form. of address will then be the speech situation.
If the situation is a formal one, then I must disregard all other rules and use social Identity plus Last Name. John Smith will always be addressed as Dr. Smith (or sometimes simply as Doctor, with Last Name understood) in the medical setting of office or hospital. (I am allowed to call him if my status is at least as high as his or if we are friends outside of our social roles, but the rest of my utterance must remain respectful.)
We are also obliged to address certain other people by their social identity in formal situation: public officials (Congressman: Your Honor), educators (Professor or Doctor), leaders of meetings (Mr. Chairman ), Roman Catholic priests (Father Daily) and nuns (Sister Anna), and so forth. By the way, note the sexist distinction in the formulas for priests and nuns. The formula for a priest is Father plus Last Name, but for a nun it is Sister plus Religious Name (usually an FN).
Most conversations, however, are not carried on in formal speech situations, and so the basic decision is when to use FN to TLN. A social acquaintance or newly hired colleague of approximately the same age and rank is usually introduced on an FN basis. "Pete, I'd like you to meet Harvy. "Now a problem arises if both age and rank of cone of the parties are higher: "Pete, I'd like you to meet Attorney Brown."
Attorney Brown may, of course, at any time signal me that he is willing to suspend the rules of address and allow an FN basis. Such a suspension is his privilege to bestow, and it is usually handled humorously, with a remark like, “I answer quicker to Bruce.”
Complications arise when relative age and relative rank are not both the same. A young doctor who joins a hospital finds it difficult to address a much older doctor. They are equal in rank (and therefore FN should be used) but the great disparity in ages calls for TLN. In such cases, the young doctor can use the No - Name (NN) formula, phrasing his utterances adroitly to avoid using any term of address at all.
English is quite exceptional among the world's languages in this respect. Most European languages oblige the speaker to choose between the familiar and formal second person singular (as in the French tu and vous), as English once did when “thou” was in use.
This is the basic American system, but the rules vary according to speech situations, subtle friendship or kin relationships between the speakers, regions of

A. relative ages
B. speech situation
C. relative ranks
D. relative incomes

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Feels like Spring
I stop at the corner drugstore for a breakfast of doughnuts and coffee, and then I race to the subway station and gallop down the steps to catch my usual train. I hold on to the strap and make believe I' m reading my newspaper, but I keep glancing at the people crowded in around me. I listen to them talk about their troubles and their friends, and I wish I had someone to talk to, someone to break the monotony, of the long sub- way ride.
As we approach the 175th Street station, I begin to get tense again. She usually gets into the train at that station. She slips in gracefully, not pushing or shoving like the rest, and she squeezes into a little space, clinging to the people and holding on to an office envelop that probably contains her lunch. She never carries a newspaper or a book; I guess there isn't much sense in trying to read when you're smashed in like that.
There's a fresh outdoor look about her and I figure she must live in New Jersey. The Jersey crowd gets in at that stop. She has a sweet face with that scrubbed look that doesn't need powder or rouge. She never wears make - up except for lipstick. And her wavy hair is natural, just a nice light brown. And all she does is hold on to the pole and think her own thoughts, her eyes clear- blue and warm.
I always like to watch her, but I have to be careful. I'm afraid she'd get angry and move away if she catches me at it, and then I won’t have anyone, because she' s my only real friend, even if she doesn't know it. I' m all alone in New York City and I guess I' m kind of shy and don't make friends easily. The fellows in the bank are all right but they have their own lives to lead, and besides, I can't ask anyone to come up to a furnished room; so they go their way and I go mine.
The city is getting me. It's too big and noisy--too many people for a fellow who's all by himself. I can't seem to get used to it. I'm used to the quiet of a small New Hampshire farm but there isn't any future on a New Hampshire farm any more; so after I was discharged from the Navy, I got it. I suppose it's a good break but I' m kind of lonesome.
As I ride along, awaying to the motion of the car, I like to imagine that I' m friends with her. Sometimes I'm even tempted to smile at her, and say something like “Nice morning, isn't it.” But I' m scared. She might think I' m one of those wise guys and she'd freeze up and look right through me as if I didn't exist, and then the next morning she wouldn't be there any more and I' d have no one to think about. I keep dreaming that maybe some day I'll get to know her. You know, in a casual way. Like maybe she' d be coming through the door and someone pushes her and she brushes against me and she'd say quickly, "Oh, I beg your pardon, "and I'd lift my hat politely and answer, "That' s perfectly all right, "and I'd smile to show her I meant it, and then she' d smile back at me and say, "Nice day, isn't it?" and I'd say, "Feels like spring. "And we wouldn't say anything more, but when she' d be ready to get off at 34th Street, she' d wave her fingers a little at me and say, "Good - bye", and I' d tip my hat again.
The next morning when she'd come in, she'd see me and say" Hello, or maybe, "Good morning," and I'd answer and add something to show her I really knew a little about spring. No wise cracks because I wouldn't want her to think that I was one of those smooth - talking guys who pick up girls in the subway.
The train is slowing down and the people are bracing themselves automatically for the stop. It's the 175th Street station. There's a big crowd waiting to get in. I look out anxiously for her but I don' t see her anywhere and my heart sinks, and just then I catch a glimpse of her, way over at the other side. She's wearing a new hat with little flowers on it.
The door opens and the people start pushing in. She'd caught in the rush and t

A. lives in New Jersey
B. gets off at the 175th street station
C. says to him, "Nice day, isn't it?"
D. carries a newspaper or a book on the way

I took the poem from its frame. the day she died. It is free verse, 79 lines, and is called "Mother's Meditation (in the Hospital)." In it she reflects on Christ's question to his apostles: "Who do you say I am?" She notes that he was the boy born in Bethlehem," put in the manager full of straw.., kept warm by the breath of the donkey," who grew up to be "an ordinary man without much learning."
Donkeys are not noble; straw is common; and it was among the ordinary and ignoble, the poor and sick, that she chose to, labor. Her mission was for them and among them, and you have to be a pretty tough character to organize a little universe that exists to help people other people aren't interested in helping.
That's how she struck me when I met her as I watched her life. She was tough. There was the worn and weathered face, the abrupt and definite speech. We think saints are great organizers, great operators, great combatants in the world.
Once I saw her in a breathtaking act of courage. She was speaker at the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington in 1995. All the Washington Establishment was there, plus a few thousand born again Christians, orthodox Catholics and Jews, and searchers looking for a faith. Mother Teresa was introduced, and she spoke of God, of love, of families. She said we must love one another and care for one another. There were great purrs of agreement.
But as the speech continued it became more pointed. She asked, "Do you do enough to make sure your parents, in the old people's homes, feel your love7 Do you bring then each day your joy and caring?" The baby boomers in the audience began to shift in their seats. And she continued. "I feel that the greatest destroyer of peace today is abortion," she said, and then she told them why, in uncompromising term. For about 1.3 seconds there was complete silence, then applause built and swept across the room. But not everyone: the President and the First Lady, the Vice President and Mrs. Gore, looked like seated statues at Madame Tussaud's, glistening in the lights and moving not a muscle. She didn't stop there either, but went on to explain why artificial birth control is bad and why Protestants who separate faith from works are making a mistake. When she was finished, there was almost no one she hadn't offended. A US Senator turned to his wife and said, "Is my jaw up yet?"
Talk about speaking truth to power! But Mother Teresa didn't care, and she wasn't afraid. The poem she gave me included her personal answers to Christ's question. She said he is "the Truth to be told.., the Way to be walked.., the Light to be lit." She took her own advice and lived a whole life that showed it.
Who was the exalted child?

A. Mother Teresa.
B. the author.
C. I.
D. God.

_________ is the largest ________ city. It has a fine natural harbour and a striking opera

Atlantic; American
B. Sydney; Australian
C. London; British
D. New York; American

Suroyo Bimantoro defied Wahid's dismissal by attending a ceremony promoting police officers in Jakarta yester- day.
He late met with senior legislators who accused Wahid of violating the constitution by firing the chief without consulting parliament. More than 100 senior police generals signed a statemeat backing Bimantoro, the state news agency reported.
Bimantoro said he would only step down ff parliament asked him to, which is unlikely to happen.
Wahid's spokesman Yahya Staguf said that firing Bimantoro was constitutional and that the police chief had been meddling in politics.
He said Bimantoro was trying to create a rift between the President and Vice-Prresident, who many lawmakers want to replace Wahid if they oust him durning impeachment proceedings in August.
"Those actions will be considered insubordination and stem action will be taken if this is ignored," Wahid's spokesman said.
The president, facing impeachment over 'allegations of corruption and incompetence, which he denies, fired Bimantoro and several Cabinet ministers on Friday and condemned the police for their handling of recent violence in East Java, where officers shot and killed one of Wahid' s supporters last week.
Wahid ordered an investigation into the violence and warned police officers on Saturday not to disobey him, saying that those who did not accept Bimantoro's removal would be prosecuted for insubordination.
Lawmakers were not fazed.
"The police chief is still Bimantoro. He is still active," said Arifin Panigoro, a top lawmaker from Megawati' s party, the Indonesian Democratic Party of Struggle.
The powerful army is also hacking Bimantoro, the Takarta Post's Internet edition said yesterday, quoting unidentified sources.
Several senior army officers met late Saturday to discuss the situation, military spokesman Air Vice-Marshal Graito Usodo said, but he declined to say if the army was backing the police chief's stand against Wahid, calling it "a political matter." Wahid, a Muslim scholar, is from East Java and many people there revere him as a holy man and sage, regarding attempts to oust him so tantamount to sacrilege.
Wahid wanted to fire _______.

A. a cabinet member
B. the national police chief
C. a lawmaker
D. a Muslim scholar

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