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(5.01, 5.02, MC) Read the following excerpt from a student’s essay: The speaker uses structure and figurative language to conclude his speech effectively. “Having different abilities does not make my hopes and dreams less important.” He said this at the beginning of his conclusion. He wants to keep the audience focused on the purpose of his speech. Which revision effectively incorporates a signaling phrase to transition from the idea to the quotation? (3 points)

(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.”The Lion, the Hyena, and the Rabbit” from Zanzibar Tales   Once upon a time Sim’ba, the lion, Fee’see, the hyena, and Keetee’tee, the rabbit, made up their minds to go in for a little farming. So they went into the country, made a garden, planted all kinds of seeds, and then came home and rested quite a while.   Then, when the time came when their crops should be about ripe and ready for harvesting, they began to say to each other, “Let’s go over to the farm, and see how our crops are coming along.”   So one morning, early, they started, and, as the garden was a long way off, Keeteetee, the rabbit, made this proposition: “While we are going to the farm, let us not stop on the road; and if any one does stop, let him be eaten.” His companions, not being so cunning as he, and knowing they could outwalk him, readily consented to this arrangement.   Well, off they went; but they had not gone very far when the rabbit stopped.   “Hullo!” said Feesee, the hyena; “Keeteetee has stopped. He must be eaten.”   “That’s the bargain,” agreed Simba, the lion.   “Well,” said the rabbit, “I happened to be thinking.”   “What about?” cried his partners, with great curiosity.   “I’m thinking,” said he, with a grave, philosophical air, “about those two stones, one big and one little; the little one does not go up, nor does the big one go down.”   The lion and the hyena, having stopped to look at the stones, could only say, “Why, really, it’s singular; but it’s just as you say;” and they all resumed their journey, the rabbit being by this time well rested.   When they had gone some distance the rabbit stopped again.   “Aha!” said Feesee; “Keeteetee has stopped again. Now he must be eaten.”   “I rather think so,” assented Simba.   “Well,” said the rabbit, “I was thinking again.”   Their curiosity once more aroused, his comrades begged him to tell them his think.   “Why,” said he, “I was thinking this: When people like us put on new coats, where do the old ones go to?”   Both Simba and Feesee, having stopped a moment to consider the matter, exclaimed together, “Well, I wonder!” and the three went on, the rabbit having again had a good rest.   After a little while the hyena, thinking it about time to show off a little of his philosophy, suddenly stopped.   “Here,” growled Simba, “this won’t do; I guess we’ll have to eat you, Feesee.”   “Oh, no,” said the hyena; “I’m thinking.”   “What are you thinking about?” they inquired.   “I’m thinking about nothing at all,” said he, imagining himself very smart and witty.   “Ah, pshaw!” cried Keeteetee; “we won’t be fooled that way.”   So he and Simba ate the hyena.   When they had finished eating their friend, the lion and the rabbit proceeded on their way, and presently came to a place where there was a cave, and here the rabbit stopped.”H’m!” exclaimed Simba; “I’m not so hungry as I was this morning, but I guess I’ll have to find room for you, little Keeteetee.”   “Oh, I believe not,” replied Keeteetee; “I’m thinking again.”   “Well,” said the lion, “what is it this time?”   Said the rabbit: “I’m thinking about that cave. In olden times our ancestors used to go in here, and go out there, and I think I’ll try and follow in their footsteps.”   So he went in at one end and out at the other end several times.   Then he said to the lion, “Simba, old fellow, let’s see you try to do that;” and the lion went into the cave, but he stuck [53]fast, and could neither go forward nor back out.   In a moment Keeteetee was on Simba’s back, and began eating him.   After a little time the lion cried, “Oh, brother, be impartial; come and eat some of the front part of me.”   But the rabbit replied, “Indeed, I can’t come around in front; I’m ashamed to look you in the face.”   So, having eaten all he was able to, he left the lion there, and went and became sole owner of the farm and its crops.”A Twice-Stolen Dinner” from Old Granny Fox   Listen and you shall hear all about three rogues. Two were in red and were Granny and Reddy Fox. And one was in gray and was Old Man Coyote. They were the slyest, smartest rogues on all the Green Meadows or in all the Green Forest. All three had started out to steal the same dinner, but the funny part is they didn’t intend to steal it from the same person. And still funnier is it that one of them didn’t even know where that dinner was or what kind of dinner it would be.   True to his resolve to know what Granny and Reddy Fox were getting to eat, and where they were getting it, Old Man Coyote hid where he could see what was going on about Farmer Brown’s, for it was there he felt sure that Granny and Reddy were getting food. He had waited only a little while when along came Granny and Reddy Fox past the place where Old Man Coyote was hiding. They didn’t see him. Of course not. He took care that they should have no chance. But anyway, they were not thinking of him. Their thoughts were all of that dinner they intended to have, and the smart trick by which they would get it.   So with their thoughts all on that dinner they slipped up behind the barn and prepared to work the trick which had been so successful before. Old Man Coyote crept after them. He saw Reddy Fox lie down where he could peep around the corner of the barn to watch Bowser the Hound and to see that no one else was about. He saw Granny leave Reddy there and hurry away. Old Man Coyote’s wits worked fast.   “I can’t be in two places at once,” thought he, “so I can’t watch both Granny and Reddy. As I can watch but one, which one shall it be? Granny, of course. Granny is the smartest of the two, and whatever they are up to, she is at the bottom of it. Granny is the one to follow.”   So, like a gray shadow, crafty Old Man Coyote stole after Granny Fox and saw her hide behind the corner of the shed at the end of which was the little house of Bowser the Hound. He crept as near as he dared and then lay flat down behind a little bunch of dead grass close to the shed. For some time nothing happened, and Old Man Coyote was puzzled. Every once in a while Granny Fox would look behind and all about to be sure that no danger was near, but she didn’t see Old Man Coyote. After what seemed to him a long time, he heard a door open on the other side of the shed. It was Mrs. Brown carrying Bowser’s dinner out to him. Of course, Old Man Coyote didn’t know this. He knew by the sounds that some one had come out of the house, and it made him nervous. He didn’t like being so close to Farmer Brown’s house in broad daylight. But he kept his eyes on Granny Fox, and he saw her ears prick up in a way that he knew meant that those sounds were just what she had been waiting for.   “If she isn’t afraid, I don’t need to be,” thought he craftily. After a few minutes he heard a door close and knew that whoever had come out had gone back into the house. Almost at once Bowser the Hound began to yelp and whine. Swiftly Granny Fox disappeared around the corner of the shed. Just as swiftly Old Man Coyote ran forward and peeped around the corner. There was Bowser the Hound tugging at his chain, and just beyond his reach was Reddy Fox, grinning in the most provoking manner. And there was Granny Fox, backing and dragging after her Bowser’s dinner. In a flash Old Man Coyote understood the plan, and he almost chuckled aloud at the cleverness of it. Then he hastily backed behind the shed and waited. In a minute Granny Fox appeared, dragging Bowser’s dinner. She was so intent on getting that dinner that she almost backed into Old Man Coyote without suspecting that he was anywhere about.   “Thank you, Granny. You needn’t bother about it any longer; I’ll take it now,” growled Old Man Coyote in Granny’s ear.   Granny let go of that dinner as if it burned her tongue, and with a frightened little yelp leaped to one side. A minute later Reddy came racing around from behind the barn eager for his share. What he saw was Old Man Coyote bolting down that twice-stolen dinner while Granny Fox fairly danced with rage.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 the rabbit and the coyote from the folktales above illustrate the jester archetype. 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

(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?

(04.09 MC)Match the purpose of each situation with the rhetorical appeal that would most benefit the communication of the information to the audience.

(05.04 MC)Read the excerpt from Rosin the Beau by Laura E. Richards. Then, answer the question that follows.As my mother sings the last words, she bends and kisses the violin, which was always a living personage to her. Her head moves like a bird’s head, quickly and softly. I see her face all brightness, as I have told you; then suddenly a shadow falls on it. My back is towards the door, but she stands facing it. I feel myself snatched up by hands like quivering steel; I am set down—not roughly—on the floor.Which of the following parts of the excerpt helps clarify and further the understanding of the meaning of the bolded figurative language device?

(05.04 MC)Read the excerpt from Fernley House by Laura E. Richards. Then, answer the question that follows.Now Frances had that moment discovered that her best porcelain saucepan was cracked; she therefore answered with some asperity. “Indeed, then, Miss Margaret, what is good enough for Mr. Montfort must be good enough for his nephew or any other young gentleman. My supper is all planned, and I can’t be bothered with new things at this time of day.”Frances looked; looked again, long and earnestly; then straightway she fell into a great bustle. “Dear me, Miss Margaret, run away now, that’s a good young lady. How can I be doing, and you all about the kitchen like a ball of string?”Using context clues from the passage, what is the meaning of the simile in the bolded sentence?

(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.

(5.03, 6.02 MC) Read the following speech excerpt and then select the correct answer to the question below: President George W. Bush’s speech to the troops on the USS Abraham LincolnOur mission continues. Al-Qaida is wounded, not destroyed. The scattered cells of the terrorist network still operate in many nations, and we know from daily intelligence that they continue to plot against free people. The proliferation of deadly weapons remains a serious danger. The enemies of freedom are not idle, and neither are we. Our government has taken unprecedented measures to defend the homeland — and we will continue to hunt down the enemy before he can strike. The war on terror is not over, yet it is not endless. We do not know the day of final victory, but we have seen the turning of the tide. No act of the terrorists will change our purpose, or weaken our resolve, or alter their fate. Their cause is lost. Free nations will press on to victory. Other nations in history have fought in foreign lands and remained to occupy and exploit. Americans, following a battle, want nothing more than to return home. And that is your direction tonight. After service in the Afghan and Iraqi theaters of war — after 100,000 miles, on the longest carrier deployment in recent history — you are homeward bound. Some of you will see new family members for the first time — 150 babies were born while their fathers were on the Lincoln. Your families are proud of you, and your nation will welcome you. Why does this part of the speech end with “Your families are proud of you, and your nation will welcome you”? (3 points)

(04.02 MC)Read the passage. Then, respond to the question that follows.from “Kites: Birds of Glory”As a rule, raptors, or birds of prey, are among the most admired and adored birds in the world. From the California condor to the snowy owl, few birds compare to the tigers of the air: the great hunters whose beauty and skill have inspired art and literature for centuries. The most glorious feathers of the peacock or the vibrant plumage of a bunting cannot compete with the power of a peregrine falcon or the determination of an osprey. Included in this group of hunters, however, is one bird of prey that is little known but equally impressive. The kites of the world are generally smaller than most raptors, but just as astonishing in skill and grace as any other hunter of the skies.Determine which text below is a paraphrase and which is a summary of the original passage. Match the text to the correct answer.

(05.02 LC)A line of poetry that moves on to the next line without ending a sentence uses