Reading Comprehension Success in 20 Minutes a Day, 3rd Edition

14. By comparing our times with those of George
Washington, Bill Clinton demonstrates
a. how apparently different, but actually similar,
the two eras are.
b. how technology has drastically speeded up
communications.
c. that presidential inaugurations receive huge
media attention.
d. that television is a much more convincing
communications tool than print.
15. When President Clinton says that “most people
are working harder for less,” he is
a. reaching a reasonable conclusion based on
evidence he has provided.
b. reaching an unreasonable conclusion based on
evidence he has provided.
c. making a generalization that would require
evidence before it could be confirmed.
d. making a generalization that is so obvious that
evidence is not needed.
16. Assuming that Clinton wants to add something
about crime being a more serious threat in our
time than in George Washington’s, which of the
following sentences would be most consistent
with the tone of the presidential speech?
a. If I’d been alive in George’s day, I would have
enjoyed knowing that my wife and child could
walk city streets without being mugged.
b. In George Washington’s time, Americans may
not have enjoyed as many luxuries, but they
could rest in the awareness that their neigh-
borhoods were safe.
c. George could at least count on one thing. He
knew that his family was safe from crime.
d. A statistical analysis of the overall growth in
crime rates since 1789 would reveal that a sig-
nificant increase has occurred.

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The Crossing
Chapter I: The Blue Wall
(excerpt from the opening of a novel by Winston Churchill)
I was born under the Blue Ridge, and under that side which is blue in the evening light, in a wild land of game
and forest and rushing waters. There, on the borders of a creek that runs into the Yadkin River, in a cabin that
was chinked with red mud, I came into the world a subject of King George the Third, in that part of his realm
known as the province of North Carolina.
The cabin reeked of corn-pone and bacon, and the odor of pelts. It had two shakedowns, on one of
which I slept under a bearskin. A rough stone chimney was reared outside, and the fireplace was as long as my
father was tall. There was a crane in it, and a bake kettle; and over it great buckhorns held my father’s rifle when
it was not in use. On other horns hung jerked bear’s meat and venison hams, and gourds for drinking cups, and
bags of seed, and my father’s best hunting shirt; also, in a neglected corner, several articles of woman’s attire from
pegs. These once belonged to my mother. Among them was a gown of silk, of a fine, faded pattern, over which
I was wont to speculate. The women at the Cross-Roads, twelve miles away, were dressed in coarse butternut wool
and huge sunbonnets. But when I questioned my father on these matters he would give me no answers.
My father was—how shall I say what he was? To this day I can only surmise many things of him. He was
a Scotchman born, and I know now that he had a slight Scotch accent. At the time of which I write, my early
childhood, he was a frontiersman and hunter. I can see him now, with his hunting shirt and leggins and moc-
casins; his powder horn, engraved with wondrous scenes; his bullet pouch and tomahawk and hunting knife.
He was a tall, lean man with a strange, sad face. And he talked little save when he drank too many “horns,” as
they were called in that country. These lapses of my father’s were a perpetual source of wonder to me—and, I
must say, of delight. They occurred only when a passing traveler who hit his fancy chanced that way, or, what
was almost as rare, a neighbor. Many a winter night I have lain awake under the skins, listening to a flow of lan-
guage that held me spellbound, though I understood scarce a word of it.
“Virtuous and vicious every man must be,
Few in the extreme, but all in a degree.”
The chance neighbor or traveler was no less struck with wonder. And many the time have I heard the query, at
the Cross-Roads and elsewhere, “Whar Alec Trimble got his larnin’?”