I was cleaning out an old box when an old card caught my eye : Queen City Casket Company . “What is it ?” I wondered . I 36 it over . There , in faded ink , was a hand-scrawled（手写的） 37 . Immediately my mind traveled 38 many years .
I was nine years old , walking down the cold , wet streets of Springfield , with a bag of magazines on my shoulder . On my 39 that day , I came to that Company finally , whose owner , Mr Rader , had always taken me there to ask his workers 40 they wanted any magazines .
Shaking off the 41 like a wet dog , I entered Mr Rader’s office . After a quick glance he 42 me over to the fire-place . Noticing the 43 in the top of my 44 , he said , “ Come with me !” pulling me into his pickup 45 . We pulled to a stop before a shoe store . Inside , a salesman 46 me with the finest pair of Oxfords I had 47 seen . I 48 about 10 feet tall when I got up 49 them . “ We’d like a pair of new socks too,” Mr Rader said .
Back in his office , Mr Rader took out a 50 , wrote something on it , and handed it to me . With 51 eyes , I read , “ Do to others as you would have them do to you .” He said affectionately (深情地), “Jimmy , I want you to 52 I love you”.
I said good-bye , and for the first time I 53 a flicker of hope that somehow things would be 54 . With people like Mr Rader in the world , there was hope , kindness and love , and that would always make a 55 .
36．A．read B．thought C．turned D．passed
37．A．address B．list C．message D．information
38．A．forward B．so C．ahead D．back
39．A．return B．rounds C．trip D．arrival