(05.01 MC)Read the excerpt from The Secret Chimneys by Agatha Christie. Then, answer the question that follows.It was just after half-past eleven that he brought the car to rest in the road adjoining the park of Chimneys. Jumping out he scaled the wall easily enough, and set out towards the house. It took him longer than he thought, and presently he broke into a run. A great grey mass loomed up out of the darkness—the venerable pile of Chimneys. In the distance a stable clock chimed the three quarters.11:45—the time mentioned on the scrap of paper. Anthony was on the terrace now, looking up at the house. Everything seemed dark and quiet.”They go to bed early, these politicians,” he murmured to himself.And suddenly a sound smote upon his ears—the sound of a shot. Anthony spun round quickly. The sound had come from within the house—he was sure of that. He waited a minute, but everything was still as death. Finally he went up to one of the long French windows from where he judged the sound that had startled him had come. He tried the handle. It was locked. He tried some of the other windows, listening intently all the while. But the silence remained unbroken.In the end he told himself that he must have imagined the sound, or perhaps mistaken a stray shot coming from a poacher in the woods. He turned and retraced his steps across the park, vaguely dissatisfied and uneasy.He looked back at the house, and whilst he looked a light sprang up in one of the windows on the first floor. In another minute it went out again, and the whole place was in darkness once more.Which word best represents the mood of the passage?A-BoredB-MysteriousC-SillyWhich line(s) from the passage best reflects the mood you selected?D-“They go to bed early, these politicians,” he murmured to himself.E- It was just after half-past eleven that he brought the car to rest in the road adjoining the park of Chimneys.F-He looked back at the house, and whilst he looked a light sprang up in one of the windows on the first floor.In the blank provided, type the letters (separated by a comma with no spaces) that correspond with the correct answers.

(06.01 MC)Amelia is planning a narrative about a group of art thieves who plan to steal a famous painting from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. To create suspense, she wants a narrator who is not a character in the story to reveal the thoughts and feelings of only the getaway driver. Which point of view is best suited for Amelia’s story?

In a well-developed paragraph of four to six sentences, compare or contrast the structure of a dramatic play (as in Romeo and Juliet) with the structure of a poem (as in William Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”). Explain the benefits and impact of each structure. Use proper spelling and grammar. (10 points)

(06.06 MC)Read “The Lost Path” by Lois Bates.   A boy named Eric was coming home from school. There were two ways that he could take—one was a path through the fields, and the other was a winding road. It was winter time, and there was snow on the ground. Eric chose the field path, for it was the shorter of the two, but he had not gone far when it began to snow very fast. The snow-flakes were so large, and fell so quickly, that there was very soon quite a thick carpet on the ground, and before long Eric found that he could not see the path, and he scarcely knew where he was. If he had only turned round just then, he could have seen his own footprints in the snow, and following them, would have got back to the road safely, but he did not want to do this, so he went on and on until he was lost entirely, and had not the least idea as to which was the way home.   Then he determined to turn back, and try to reach the road, but where are his footprints? All covered up with snow. Eric felt ready to cry, but he struggled on as long as he could, and then a great drowsiness came over him, and he fell down in the snow.   When Eric did not come home from school his parents became very anxious, and his father accompanied by the dog went out to seek him. First, he took the way by the road, then he came over the field-path, and the dog ran sniffing about in the snow, until he came to what looked like a white mound, and there was Eric half-buried in the snow. You can imagine how pleased the father was when he had his boy safe in his arms, and how gladly he carried him home, for if Eric had not been found quickly, he must have died.Match each theme from the story with the evidence from the text that supports it.

Using your understanding of diction and tone, select the best meaning for Romeo’s lines in the following section from Romeo and Juliet: (3 points) TYBALTRomeo, the hate I bear thee can affordNo better term than this,—thou art a villain. ROMEOTybalt, the reason that I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rageTo such a greeting: villain am I none;Therefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not. TYBALTBoy, this shall not excuse the injuriesThat thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. ROMEOI do protest, I never injured thee,But love thee better than thou canst devise,Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:And so, good Capulet,—which name I tenderAs dearly as my own,—be satisfied.

(06.06 MC)Read “Lucy and the Jug of Milk” by Lois Bates.   “Lucy,” said her mother, “just run to the dairy and fetch a pint of milk for me, here is the money; and do remember, child, to look where you are going, so that you do not stumble and drop the jug.” I am afraid Lucy was too fond of staring about, and perhaps rather careless.   However, she went to the dairy and bought the milk, and had returned half-way home without any mishap, when she met a flock of sheep coming down the road, followed by a large sheep-dog. Lucy stood on the pavement to watch them pass; it was such fun to see the sheep-dog scamper from one side to the other, and the timid sheep spring forward as soon as the dog came near them. So far the milk was safe; but, after the sheep had passed, Lucy thought she would just turn round to have one more peep at them, and oh, dear, her foot tripped against a stone, and down she fell, milk, and jug, and all, and the jug was smashed to pieces.   Lucy was in great trouble, and as she stood there and looked at the broken jug, and the milk trickling down the gutter, she cried bitterly.   A big boy who was passing by at the time, and had seen the accident, came across the road and said to her: “Don’t cry, little girl, just run home and tell your mother that the sheep-dog bounced up against you and knocked the jug out of your hand; then you will not be punished”.   Lucy dried her eyes quickly, and gazed at the boy in astonishment. “Tell my mother a lie!” said she; “no, I would rather be punished a dozen times than do so. I shall tell her the truth,” and she walked away home. Lucy was careless, but she was not untruthful; surely the boy must have felt ashamed!Match each theme from the story with the evidence from the text that supports it.

(05.04 MC)Susan B. Anthony was a major figure behind the women’s suffrage movement, which eventually led to the passage of the 19th amendment guaranteeing women the right to vote. Read the following poem about Susan B. Anthony written by her friend Katharine Rolston Fisher. Then, answer the question that follows.Her life is a luminous banner borne ever ahead of her era, in   lead of the forces of freedom,      Where wrongs for justice call.High-hearted, far-sighted, she pressed with noble intrepid impatience,   one race and the half of another      To liberate from thrall.If now in its freedom her spirit mingle with ours and find us   toiling at dusk to finish      The task of her long day,On ground hard held to the last, gaining her goal for women,   if for her word we hearken,      May we not hear her say:”Comrades and daughters exultant, let my goal for you be a mile-   stone. Too late have you won it to linger.      Victory flies ahead.Though women march millions abreast on a widening way to free-   dom, trails there are still for women      Fearless to break and tread.”Keep watch on power as it passes, on liberty’s torch as it   travels, lest woman be left with a symbol,      No flame in her lamp alive.In the mine, the mill and the mart where is bartered the bread of   your children, is forged the power you strove for,      For which you still must strive.”Her spirit like southern starlight at once is afar and around us;   her message an inward singing      Through all our life to run:”Forward together, my daughters, till born of your faith with   each other and of brotherhood all the world over,      For all is freedom won.”Which of the following examples of figurative language from the poem best supports the idea that Susan B. Anthony’s legacy was a guide and mentor for women that followed her?

(04.08 MC)The Declaration of Independence argued the colonists’ right to revolt against Britain. Which of these examples from the document would appeal to the audience’s sense of pathos?

(05.06 HC)The following two folktales contain the jester archetype. Read both folktales carefully, paying attention to how the archetype is represented in each. Then, respond to the question that follows.”Old White Whiskers and Mr. Bunny” from Korean Fairy Tales   White Whiskers was the name of a huge, tawny tiger that lived in the mountains of Kang Wen. He was the proudest tiger in the whole peninsula of Korea. He had the fieriest eyes, the longest tail, the sharpest claws, and the widest stripes of any animal in the mountains. He could pull down a cow, fight all the dogs in any village, eat up a man, and was not afraid of a hunter unless the man carried a gun. As for calves and pigs, he considered them mere tidbits. He could claw off the roof or break the bars of stables where cattle were kept, devour one pig on the spot, and then, slinging another on his back, could trot off to his lair miles away, to give his cubs their dinner of fresh pork.   White Whiskers was especially proud, because he was the retainer of the great supernatural creatures of the mountains, that men feared and worshiped and in whose honor they built shrines. One of these Mountain Spirits, when he wanted to, could call together all the tigers in his domain, and then, sitting astride the back of the biggest, he would ride off on the clouds or to victory over Korea’s enemies. Both tigers and leopards were his messengers to do his bidding. Only the big and swift and striped tigers were chosen to carry out the Mountain Spirit’s orders.   One particular matter of business confided to White Whiskers, the great striped tiger, was to visit daily the shrines in the hill passes to see if offerings were continually made. The people who were in terror of both the Mountain Spirit and his servants the tigers, daily offered sacrifice out of fear. They piled up stone, rags, bits of metal, or laid food on dishes for the Mountain Spirit who was very demanding and tyrannical. The poor folks thought that if they did not thus heap up their offerings the spirit would be angry and send the tigers at night to prowl around the village, scratch at their doors, and eat up donkeys, cows, calves, pigs, and even men, women and children. Then the hunters would go out with guns to slay the man-eaters, but by this time, in daylight, the tigers were far up into their lairs in the mountain.   Now Old White Whiskers was both proud and crafty. For many years he had eaten up pigs, calves, dogs, donkeys and chickens and had twice feasted on men, besides avoiding all their traps and dodging every one of their bullets. So he began to think he could laugh at all his enemies. Yet, proud as he was, he was destined to be outwitted by a creature without strength or sting, claws or hoofs, as we shall see.   Mr. Rabbit, who burrowed in a hill near the village, had often heard the squealing of unfortunate pigs and the kicking of braying donkeys, as they made dinners for Old White Whiskers. Thus far, however, by being very cautious, he had kept out of the striped tyrant’s way and his jaws. But one cold winter’s day, coming home, tired, weak and hungry, from having no food since yesterday, just as he was crossing a river on the ice, he met Old White Whiskers face to face. From behind a rock by the shore, near Mr. Bunny’s burrow, the big tiger leaped out and tried to freeze the rabbit with terror, by staring at him with his great green eyes. Mr. Bunny knew only too well that tigers love to maul and play with their prey before eating it up, and he thought his last hour had come.   Nevertheless Mr. Bunny was perfectly cool. He did not shiver a bit. He had long expected such a meeting and was ready for Old White Whiskers, intending to throw him off his guard.   Fully expecting, in a minute or two, to tear off the little animal’s fur and grind his bones for a dinner, the tiger said to the rabbit:   “I’m hungry. I shall eat you up at once.”   “Oh, why should you bother with me?” said Mr. Bunny. “I’m so little and skinny as hardly to make a mouthful for Your Majesty. Just listen to me and I’ll get you a royal dinner. I’ll go up the mountain and drive the game to your very paws. Only you must do exactly what I tell you.”   At this prospect of a full dinner, the tiger actually grinned with delight. The way he yawned, showing his red, cavernous mouth, huge white teeth, each as big as a spike, and the manner of his rolling out his long-curved tongue, full of rough points like thorns, nearly scared Mr. Bunny out of his wits. The rabbit had never looked down a tiger’s mouth before, but he did not let on that he was afraid. It was only the tiger’s way of showing how happy he was when his mouth watered, and he licked his chops in anticipation of a mighty feast.   “I’ll do just as you say,” said Old White Whiskers to Mr. Bunny, seeing how grateful the rabbit was to have his own life spared.   “It is my ambition to serve the lord of the mountains,” said Mr. Bunny. “So, lie down on the ice here, shut your eyes, and do not stir. Now mind you keep your peepers closed, or the charm will fail. I’ll make a circle of dry grass and then go round and round you, driving the game to you. If you hear a noise and even some crackling, don’t open your eyes till I give you the word. ‘Twill take some time.”   Old White Whiskers, tired of tramping in the forest and prowling around pigpens all day but getting nothing, was both hungry and tired. So he resolved, while waiting, to take a good nap. As quickly as one can blow out a candle, he was asleep.   Thereupon Mr. Bunny made himself busy in pulling up all the dry grass he could find and piling it around and close up to Old White Whiskers. Delighted to hear the big brute snoring, he kept on until he had a thick ring of flammable materials. Then he set it on fire, waiting till it blazed up high. Then he scampered off to see the fun.   Old White Whiskers, awakened by the crackling, yawned and rubbed his eyes with his paws, wondering what the noise could be.   “Hold on!” screamed Mr. Bunny, “keep your promise,” and farther he ran away up the hill.   “Rascal!” growled the tiger as the red tongues of flame leaped up all around him. He had to jump high to escape from the flames with his life. Even as it was, one paw was scorched so that he limped, and his fur was singed so badly that all his long hair and fine looks were gone. When he got back home, the other tigers laughed at him.”How the Rabbit Stole the Otter’s Coat” from Myths of the Cherokee   The animals were of different sizes and wore coats of various colors and patterns. Some wore long fur and others wore short. Some had rings on their tails, and some had no tails at all. Some had coats of brown, others of black or yellow. They were always disputing about their good looks, so at last, they agreed to hold a council to decide who had the finest coat.   They had heard a great deal about the Otter, who lived so far up the creek that he seldom came down to visit the other animals. It was said that he had the finest coat of all, but no one knew just what it was like, because it was a long time since anyone had seen him. They did not even know exactly where he lived—only the general direction; but they knew he would come to the council when the word got out.   Now the Rabbit wanted the verdict for himself, so when it began to look as if it might go to the Otter he studied up a plan to cheat him out of it. He asked a few sly questions until he learned what trail the Otter would take to get to the council place. Then, without saying anything, he went on ahead and after four days’ travel, he met the Otter and knew him at once by his beautiful coat of soft dark-brown fur. The Otter was glad to see him and asked him where he was going. “O,” said the Rabbit, “the animals sent me to bring you to the council; because you live so far away, they were afraid you mightn’t know the road.” The Otter thanked him, and they went on together.   They traveled all day toward the council ground, and at night the Rabbit selected the camping place, because the Otter was a stranger in that part of the country, and cut down bushes for beds and fixed everything in good shape. The next morning they started on again. In the afternoon the Rabbit began to pick up wood and bark as they went along and to load it on his back. When the Otter asked what this was for the Rabbit said it was that they might be warm and comfortable at night. After a while, when it was near sunset, they stopped and made their camp.   When supper was over the Rabbit got a stick and shaved it down to a paddle. The Otter wondered and asked again what that was for.   “I have good dreams when I sleep with a paddle under my head,” said the Rabbit.   When the paddle was finished the Rabbit began to cut away the bushes so as to make a clean trail down to the river. The Otter wondered more and more and wanted to know what this meant.   Said the Rabbit, “This place is called Di′tatlâski′yĭ . Sometimes it rains fire here, and the sky looks a little that way tonight. You go to sleep, and I’ll sit up and watch, and if the fire does come, as soon as you hear me shout, you run and jump into the river. Better hang your coat on a limb over there, so it won’t get burnt.”   The Otter did as he was told, and they both doubled up to go to sleep, but the Rabbit kept awake. After a while the fire burned down to red coals. The Rabbit called, but the Otter was fast asleep and made no answer. In a little while he called again, but the Otter never stirred. Then the Rabbit filled the paddle with hot coals and threw them up into the air and shouted, “It’s raining fire! It’s raining fire!”   The hot coals fell all around the Otter and he jumped up. “To the water!” cried the Rabbit, and the Otter ran and jumped into the river, and he has lived in the water ever since.   The Rabbit took the Otter’s coat and put it on, leaving his own instead, and went on to the council. All the animals were there, every one looking out for the Otter. At last, they saw him in the distance, and they said one to the other, “The Otter is coming!” and sent one of the small animals to show him the best seat. They were all glad to see him and went up in turn to welcome him, but the Otter kept his head down, with one paw over his face. They wondered that he was so bashful until the Bear came up and pulled the paw away, and there was the Rabbit with his split nose. He sprang up and started to run when the Bear struck at him and pulled his tail off, but the Rabbit was too quick for them and got away.The jester archetype is defined as a trickster or jokester who, at times, takes advantage of others for the sake of humor or their own gain. Examine how the characters of Mr. Bunny and the rabbit from the folktales above illustrate the jester archetypes. Include the following in your response: a well-written paragraph of 5–7 sentences a comparison of both characters to the jester archetype and to each other evidence from the text that supports your analysis

  Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s Infamy SpeechDecember 8, 1941 “Yesterday, December 7, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan. The United States was at peace with that nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with its Government and its Emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific. Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in Oahu, the Japanese Ambassador to the United States and his colleague delivered to the Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. While this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or armed attack.It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time the Japanese Government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace. The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. Very many American lives have been lost. In addition American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu. Yesterday the Japanese Government also launched an attack against Malaya. Last night Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong. Last night Japanese forces attacked Guam. Last night Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands. Last night the Japanese attacked Wake Island. This morning the Japanese attacked Midway Island. Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications to the very life and safety of our nation. As Commander-in-Chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense. Always will we remember the character of the onslaught against us. No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory. I believe I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost but will make very certain that this form of treachery shall never endanger us again. Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that our people, our territory and our interests are in grave danger. With confidence in our armed forces—with the unbounded determination of our people—we will gain the inevitable triumph—so help us God. I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December seventh, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire.” Read this line from the text: The American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory This text implies that (5 points)