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The person most often credited with inventing jazz is cornettist Buddy Bolden, a barber. Since his career was over before the first jazz recordings were made, all we have left is legend. He was famous for his big bold cornet sound, as well as for his bold personality. His band started playing around 1895, in New Orleans parades and dances, and eventually rose to become one of the most popular bands in the city. He made up one song after another, and when be wasn't playing, his rich voice was capturing attention. His band had one feature that later jazz authorities recognized as indispensable—"the trance", an ability to sink himself in the music until nothing mattered but himself and the cornet, in fervent communion. Legend has it that he was so popular he had eight bands playing on the same night, and he'd rush from band to band playing a few tunes with each. Several early Jazz musicians, like Sidney Bechet and Bunk Johnson, apparently played in Bolden's bands occasionally.
The Bolden style. had blues foundations, however, his music was more like ragtime with improvised embellishments. His band featured cornet, clarinet, trombone, guitar, bass and drums, playing a mix of popular dance numbers in both ragtime and blues style. By the turn of the century, many New Orleans' bands had begun playing in the collective improvisational style. pioneered by Buddy Bolden. One of those groups was the Original Dixieland Jazz Band, the group which made the first ever jazz recording.
In 1906, Bolden began suffering periods of derangement. The following year he was committed to a mental hospital outside of New Orleans, and remained there for 24 years until his death in 1931 at the age of 54. Trombonist Frankie Dusen took over the Bolden Band, renamed it the Eagle Band, and they continued to be very popular in New Orleans until around 1917. Although we have no recordings of Bolden, Jelly Roll Morton's "Buddy Bolden Blues" did immortalize this pioneering musician.
According to the passage, what was Bolden doing when he wasn't playing？
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Languages are remarkably complex and wonderfully complicated organs of culture. They contain the quickest and the most efficient means of communicating within their respective cultures. To learn a foreign language is to learn another culture. In the words of a poet and philosopher, "As many languages as one speaks, so many lives one lives." A culture and its language are as necessary as brain and body; while one is a part of the other, neither can function without the other. In learning a foreign language, the best beginning would be starting with the nonlanguage elements of the language: its gestures, its body language, etc. Eye contact is extremely important in English. Direct eye contact leads to understanding, or, as the English saying goes, seeing eye-to-eye. We can never see eye-to-eye with a native speaker of English until we have learned to look directly into his eyes.
The best title for this passage is______.
SECTION C NEWS BROADCAST
Directions: In this section you will hear everything ONCE ONLY. Listen carefully and then answer the questions that follow. At the end of each news item, you will be given 10 seconds to answer the questions.
听力原文： Early Statements of major U. S. cooperations continue to show mixed results. Among major jor oil companies, Exxon, Mobil and Shell all reported higher profits, but all three say improved chemical operations offset sluggish profits at petroleum operations. Another U.S. company, Texaco, also posted better third quarter earnings mostly on cost cutting moves. Texaco sold its chemical business last year.
Among major oil companies, Exxon, Mobil and Shell all reported______.
With which of the following statements would the author be most likely to agree？
Raju and His Father's Shop
My mother told me a story every evening while we waited for father to close the shop and come home. The shop remained open till midnight. Bullock-carts in long caravans arrived late in the evening from distant villages, loaded with coconut, rice, and other commodities for the market. The animals were unyoked under the big tamarind tree for the night, and the cartmen drifted in twos and threes to the shop, for a chat or to ask for things to eat or smoke. How my father loved to discuss with them the price of grain, rainfall, harvest, and the state of irrigation channels. Or they talked about old litigations. One heard repeated references to magistrates, affidavits, witnesses in the case, and appeals, punctuated with roars of laughter—possibly the memory of some absurd legality or loophole tickled them.
My father ignored food and sleep when he had company. My mother sent me out several times to see if he could be. made to turn in. He was a man of uncertain temper and one could not really guess how he would react to interruptions, and so my mother coached me to go up, watch his mood, and gently remind him of food and home. I stood under the shop-awning, coughing and clearing my throat, hoping to catch his eye. But the talk was all-absorbing and he would not glance in my direction, and I got absorbed in their talk, although I did not understand a word of it.
After a while my mother's voice came gently on the night air, calling, "Raju, Raju," and my father interrupted his activities to look at me and say, "Tell your mother not to wait for me. Tell her to place a handful of rice and buttermilk in a bowl, with just, one piece of lime pickle, and keep it in the oven for me. I'll come in later." It was almost a formula with him five days in a week. He always added, "Not that I'm really hungry tonight." And then I believe he went on to discuss health problems with his cronies.
But I didn't stop to hear further. I made a quick dash back home. There was a dark patch between the light from the shop and the dim lantern shedding its light on our threshold, a matter of about the yards, I suppose, but the passage through it gave me a cold sweat. I expected wild animals and supernatural creatures to emerge and grab mc. My mother waited on the doorstep to receive me and said, "Not hungry, I suppose! That'll give him an excuse to talk to the village folk all night, and then come in for an hour's sleep and get up with the crowing of that foolish cock somewhere. He will spoil his health."
I followed her into the kitchen. She placed my plate and hers side by side on the floor, drew the rice-pot within reach, and served me and herself simultaneously, and we finished our dinner by the sooty tin lamp, stuck on a nail in the wall. She unrolled a mat for me in the front room, and I lay down to sleep. She sat at my side, awaiting father's return. Her presence gave me a feeling of inexplicable coziness. I felt I ought to put her proximity to good use, and complained, "Something is bothering my hair," and she ran her fingers through my hair, and scratched the nape of my neck. And then I commanded, "A story."
Immediately she began, "Once upon a time there was a man called Devaka..." I heard his name mentioned almost every night. He was a hero, saint, or something of the kind. I never learned fully what he did or why, sleep overcoming me before my mother was through even the preamble.
Which of the following was NOT what we can infer from the conversation between Father and the cartmen？
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