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UNIT 30 STORY Lesson 59 The Cop And The Anthem ( Ⅰ )

UNIT 30 STORY

Lesson  59 The Cop And The Anthem (Ⅰ)

Purpose:

Listening for pleasure

Ex.Ⅰ

Directions: Answer the questions.

Key:

(see tapescript)

Ex.Ⅱ

Directions: Retell this part of the story with the help of the pictures.

Tapescript:

The Cop And The Anthem (Ⅰ)  (5′25″)

Why he was called Soapy? Nobody knew. It couldn't have been because of the soap he used for he didn't use any at all. Now Soapy had a life he liked very much. He did exactly as he pleased and it pleased him to do nothing. Such a life was fine during spring, summer and autumn, but not so good in the winter. When November arrived, Soapy always disappeared. Many New Yorkers do this. They go to Florida and pay a lot of money to live where it is warm. Not Soapy. He had the warmth of Florida and three meals a day without paying one cent. His plan was a very simple one. He broke the law. He always made sure it was a law that would put him in jail for three months, no more, no less. Last autumn when nights got too cold to sleep in the park, Soapy realized that it was time to make arrangements for his annual winter trip. He knew exactly what he had to do. He walked over to Fifth Avenue and stopped in front of a big department store. From his pocket he took a stone and sent it crashing through one of the plate glass windows. Then he stood calmly by the window, waiting. Suddenly a policeman came running round the corner.

“Heh! Heh! What was that? Who broke that window?”

“I did.”

“What? You? You broke the window?”

“Don't you hear well, officer? I just admitted that I did.”

“I heard you all right.”

“Perhaps you doubt that I had anything to do with it, although it was obvious that I am the only person here. Do you see anyone else?”

“Don't get fresh with me! What do you think I am?”

“I think you are a cop and you should arrest me. I am the one who broke the window.”

“Listen, if you had broken it, you wouldn't be standing here now. Get out of my way. I've got to find the person who really broke it.”

“But I tell you I did it! I did it! Ah, it's no use. He's gone. I guess I'll have to try something else if I want to get arrested.”

Soapy continued walking down Fifth Avenue. Soon he came to another store. This time, however, he did not break a window. Instead, he walked up to a young lady who was looking at one of the displays. “There's a cop looking this way. Excellent!”

“Hah, good afternoon, young lady! How would you like to join me for a nice cup of coffee?”

“What? Are you talking to me?”

“Yes, my dear! I'm talking to you. Let's go to that cafe over there and have some coffee.”

“Coffee? With you?”

“That's what I said.”

“How nice! I'd love to.”

“You would?”

“I was just thinking I'd like some coffee. My name is Sally, Sally Miller from Pittsburgh. I came to New York to look for work and I don't know anyone here. You are the first person who say a kind word to me. I really appreciate it.”

Poor Soapy, his second plan failed too. By now, it was noon. He was near a restaurant so he decided to have lunch The waitress hesitated as she looked at Soapy's clothes. Then she led him to a table in the corner.

“Here's an empty table, sir.”

“Not a very good location, but it will do.”

“Here's the menu. I'll be right back to take your order.”

“Fine! Let's see. I may as well have a good meal. I'm not going to pay for it anyway. There're some delicious things to choose from. Roast beef, baked ham, fried chicken, broiled salmon. I must be sure to leave room for dessert. Good! There's apple pie. Well, whatever happens I intend to eat well today.”

“All right, sir. I'll take your order now. What will you have?”

“First, I'd like a bowl of vegetable soup. For the main course, I'll have a T-bone steak with French fried potatoes.”

“How do you want the steak?”

“Medium rare, please. Not well-done.”

“You have a choice of a second vegetable.”

“Green beans. No, change that to asparagus.”

“Do you want a salad?”

“Yes, a lettuce and tomato salad with Russian dressing.”

“Coffee with the meal?”

“No, later. I'll have coffee with dessert.”

“Excuse me, but this is a rather big meal, and I … well, that is …”

“Yes, Miss.”

“What I mean is … Do you have enough money to pay for all this?”

“I beg your pardon! Is it the custom in this restaurant to ask such questions?”

“I am sorry, sir.”

“I have a good mind to call the manager. I've never been so insulted in my life.”

“Please forgive me, sir. I'll bring your soup right away.”