江苏省20xx届高三英语上学期12月月考试题

江苏省20xx届高三英语上学期12月月考试题内容摘要：

t iteration only after a nurse rushed into an exam room and said, ‘Doctor, doctor, there’s„’ Hey, where are you going?” My brother Mark understands that the secret to good joke telling is to know your audience. When he entertained my grandmother’s bridge club one evening, he made it a point to adapt the joke to them: “A beautiful blonde nurse rushes into a consulting room„” No one in my family has ever finished this joke. But as bad as it is not to be able to tell a joke, there’s something worse: not being able to listen to one. Take my cousin Mitch for example. “Why couldn’t the doctor see him?” he asked. “Because he’s invisible,” I said. “Now, I didn’t get that. I thought the doctor couldn’t see him because he was with a patient.” “Well, yeah, okay, but the fact that the guy was invisible„” “Could the nurse see him?” “No. She’s the one who said he was invisibl e„” “How’d she know he was there?” “Because he„” “When you say he was invisible, does that mean his clothes were invisible too?” Here’s where I tried to walk away. “Because if his clothes weren’t invisible,” Mitch said, stepping between me and the exit, “then the doctor could see him, right?” “Yeah, but „” “At least his clothes.” “I guess„” “Unless he was naked.” “Okay, he was naked!” “Why would he go to his doctor naked?” Next time you see my family and someone is telling a joke, do yourself a favor: Make yourself invisible. 56. Which of the following is true according to this article? A. No one in the writer’s family is good at telling jokes. B. Mark is the best at telling jokes in his family. C. Mitch is very sensitive to all kinds of jokes. D. A typically classic joke should cover all the details. 57. What is inappropriate about Mark’s adaptation of the joke? A. He knows the audience very well. B. He shouldn’t have entertained a bridge club. C. He shouldn’t have begun the story with a beautiful blond nurse. D. He shouldn’t have told old people jokes. 58. Mitch stepped between me and the exit because __________. A. he wanted to go out with me B. he wanted to block my way out C. he was trying to repay the situation in the consulting room D. he wanted to show that the doctor could see the patient 59. Which is the best title of the passage? A. Learn to Amuse Others B. Where to Find a Doctor C. How to Ruin a Classic Joke D. A Story about a Funny Family B On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily, and he realized the fact that the time had e for him to provide against the ing winter. The winter ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them there were no dreams of Mediterranean voyages or blue Southern skies. Three months on the Island was what his soul desired. Three months of assured board and bed and good pany, safe from north winds seemed to Soapy the most desirable thing. Just as the more fortunate New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach each winter, Soapy had made his arrangements for his annual journey to the Island. And now the time had e. There were many institutions of charity in New York where he might receive lodging and food, but to Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity were undesirable. You must pay in humiliation of spirit for everything received at the hands of mercy. So it was better to be a guest of the law. Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about acplishing his desire. He left his bench and went up Broadway. He stopped at the door of a glittering cafe. He was shaven and his coat was decent. If he could reach a table in the restaurant, the portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter’s mind. A roasted duck, with a bottle of wine, a cigar and a cup of coffee would be enough. Such a dinner would make him happy, for the journey to his winter refuge. But as Soapy entered the restaurant door, the head waiter’s eye fell upon h is shabby trousers and old shoes. Strong hands pushed him in silence and haste out into the street. Some other way of entering the desirable refuge must be found. At a corner of Sixth Avenue Soapy took a stone and sent it through the glass of a glittering shop window. People came running around the corner, a policeman at the head of them. Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of the policeman. “Where is the man that has done that?” asked the policeman. “Don’t you think th at I have had something to do with it?” said Soapy, friendly. The policeman paid no attention to Soapy. Men who break windows don’t remain to speak with policemen. They run away. He saw a man running and rushed after him, stick in hand. Soapy, disgusted, walked along, twice unsuccessful. On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant for people with large appetites and modest purses. Soapy entered this place without difficulty. He sat at a table and ate beefsteak and pie. And then he told the waiter he had no money. “Go and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a gentleman waiting.” “No cop for you,” said the waiter. “Hey!” Then Soapy found himself lying upon his left ear on the pavement. He arose with difficulty, and beat the dust from his clothes. Arrest seemed a rosy dream. The Island seemed far away. After another unsuccessful attempt to be arrested for harassing a young woman, Soapy went further toward the district of theatres. When he saw a policeman standing in front of a glittering theatre, he thought of “disorderly conduct”. On the sidewalk Soapy began to sing drunken songs at the top of his voice. He danced, cried, and otherwise disturbed the peace. The policeman turned his back to Soapy, and said to a citizen, “It is one of the Yale boys celebrating their football victory. Noisy, but n。