问答题Directions：Read the following passage and choose a subtitle for each of the four paragraphs.答案输入大写字母无空格。I I was 16 that hot June. My weight was 105 pounds, and my ruddy, broadest father wanted me to have a summer job. He talked to a friend of his, a building contractor, who hired me as a carpenter’s helper for 75 cents an hour. I did not want to work. I wanted to drive around with my friends, or hang out with them in front of the department store. But I could not tell him I did not want a job. I was afraid of angering him, seeing his blue eyes and reddening face. II My father drove me to work the first day. In the car, I sat frightened, feeling absolutely incompetent. I had the lunch my mother had put in a brown paper bag. I assumed I would spend my summer handing things to a carpenter. I had never done physical work except pushing a lawn mower and raking (耙集) leaves. After we got to the working place, my father introduced me to the foreman and said, “Make a man of him.” Then he left. I stood mutely, waiting for the foreman to assign me to some good-hearted carpenter. Instead he assigned me a pickax(丁字镐) and a shovel and told me to get into a trench, about three feet deep, that would be the building’s foundation. In it were black men, swinging picks and shoveling. Two made a space for me, and I jumped between them. All I really knew in those first hours under the hot sun was raising the pickax and swinging it down again and again till the earth was loose, then plunging the shovel into dirt that I tossed out of the trench. I did not have the strength for this.III Nausea (恶心) came by the third or fourth hour. At noon a loud whistle blew and it was time to eat. I looked at my lunch bag. Then my stomach tightened and everything in it rose. I went around the corner, where no one could see me, and vomited. Then I went back to the shade and lay down. At one o’clock the whistle blew. We went back to the trench, and I was still dizzy and weak and hot. I worked 40 minutes or so, and then heard my father’s voice. I looked up at him. I expected that he was there to take me home, to forgive my failure. But he said, “Let’s go buy you a hat.” I said nothing. In the car, in a voice softened with pride, he said, “The foreman called me. He said you threw up and didn’t eat, and you didn’t tell him.” “That’s right,” I said, and shamefully watched the road, letting him believe I was brave. He bought me a soda for my stomach and told me to order a sandwich. Then he chose a pith helmet in a department store. I would happily wear one to hunt lions in Africa. I did not want to wear such a thing here. But I said nothing. Then I went back the trench and worked till five o’clock. IV That afternoon nausea did not come to me. At the summer’s end, I could carry 80-pound bags of dry cement and my body was 20 pounds heavier. My father may have wanted to take me home that first day. But he knew he must not. I would have spent the summer at home, yearning to be someone I respected, yearning to be a man among men-and that is where my father sent me with a helmet on my head. A. My Father’s Persistence B. Father’s Pride ˗ a Special Encouragement C. My First Part-time Job D. A Man Made by a HelmetE. The Exhausting Physical Work F. My Reluctance to WorkG. The Great Gap between Assumption and RealityI. ________ II. ________ III. ________ IV.________
