1. Do you think that Jimmy was guilty or innocent in Springfield job?
2. Which details show that Ben Price really knew Jimmy's habits and
was going to investigate his case?
3. How did the idea of starting a shoe business came to Jimmy's mind?
4. What urged Jimmy to get his set of tools and unlock the vault?
5. What was the effect on all the people present in the bank when they
saw Jimmy trying to save the girl?
6. What human characteristics did Jimmy display while saving the child?
7. Why does Ben Price pretend not to know Jimmy?
8. Find three details in the story that support the idea that Valentine has
really changed.
9. Explain the meaning of the story's title.
10. O.Henry writes, "Mr Ralph Spencer, the phoenix that arose from
Jimmy Valentine's ashes - ashes left by the flame of a sudden and attack of
love - stayed in Elmore and was a success".
a/ What do you know about a mythical bird phoenix?
b/ In what way is Valentine like a phoenix?
c/ How does this allusion help you predict that Valentine is now truly Ralph Spencer?
11. At what point in the story does Valentine become another man?
What causes this change?
12. People speak of turning points of their lives. Can people really change? Support your answer.
13. O. Henry is known by startling his readers with surprise endings.
a/ How did you think this story would end?
b/ Which clues led to expect this ending?
c/ How did the story really end?
d/ Was the ending a surprise for you in this story?
e/ Is it believable or unbelievable?
f/ What hints did the author give you about the ending without giving it away
14. Did you enjoy the story?
15. What passages seemed the most powerful?
16. Relate an incident from the text that you think most impressive.
17. Did the author keep you in suspense to the end?
Reproduction and Composition
1. Tell of an episode of how all the family and Jimmy are examining
the vault in the bank.
2. Imagine that it was you who had come upon the events similar to
that described in the passage.
3. Tell the story of Jimmy Valentine's life.
4. Comment on the author's words, "To a woman nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she loves."
5. What do the words "It's the only life, Billy - the straight one" suggest about Jimmy's views on his life.
6. Write a simplified version of the story in words and expressions with
which you are familiar.
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TEXT 2
PROOF OF THE PUDDING
by O. Henry
Spring winked at Editor Westbrook, of the Minerva Magazine. He had lunch at his favourite corner of a Broadway hotel, and was returning to his office admiring spring weather. He turned eastward in Twenty-six Street, safely crossed Fifth Avenue and walked along Madison Square.
Spring was in the air. Everything was green in the park.
The color of the grass between the walks was poisonous green. The bursting tree-buds looked lovely. The sky above was of that pale aquamarine tint that poets rhyme with 'true' and 'Sue' and 'coo.' The one natural and frank color visible was the green of the newly painted benches - a shade between the color of a pickled cucumber and that of a last year's raincoat. But, to the eye of Editor Westbrook the landscape was a masterpiece. Walking through the park he admired the beauties of Spring.
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Editor Westbrook was in a good mood. The April number of the Minerva had sold its entire edition before the tenth day of the month. A news dealer had written that he could have sold fifty copies more if he had had them. The owners of the magazine had raised his (the editor's) salary; and the morning papers had published in full a speech he had made at a publishers' banquet. And there were in his mind the notes of a splendid song that his charming young wife had sung to him before he left his apartment that morning. She was interested in music, practicing early and diligently. He gave her a compliment on her voice and she hugged him for joy at his praise. He felt, too, the influence of Spring spread on the whole city.
While Editor Westbrook was sauntering between rows of park benches he felt somebody grasp his sleeve. Suspecting that he was about to be begged he turned a cold face and saw that it was - Dawe Shackleford Dawe, dingy, almost ragged and shabby.
Dawe Shackleford was a fiction writer, and one of Westbrook's old acquaintances. At one time they might have called each other old friends. Dawe had some money in those days, and lived in a decent apartment house near Westbrook's. The two families often went to theatres and dinners together Mrs Dawe and Mrs Westbrook became 'dearest' friends. Then one day theDawes moved to a poorer district. He thought to live by writing fiction. Now and then he sold a story. He sent many of his works to Westbrook. The Minerva printed one or two of them; the rest were returned. Westbrook wrote a careful letter in which he explained in detail why his works were rejected. Editor Westbrook had his own clear conception of good fiction. So had Dawe.
Shackleford Dawe was far from success and could hardly earn his living when he met Editor Westbrook in Madison Square. That was the first time the editor had seen Dawe in several months.
'Why, Shack, is this you?' said Westbrook somewhat awkwardly. 'Sit down for a minute,' said Dawe, tugging at his sleeve. 'This is my office. I can't come to yours, looking as I do. Oh, sit down - you won't be disgraced.'
'Smoke, Snack,' said Editor Westbrook, sitting down on the green bench.
Dawe snapped at the cigar as a girl pecks at a chocolate cream. 'I have just - ' began the editor.
'Oh, I know, don't finish,' said Dawe. 'Give me a match. You have just ten minutes to spare. How did you manage to get into my sanctum?' 'How goes the writing?' asked the editor.
Look at me,' said Dawe, 'for your answer. Now don't put on that embarrassed, friendly-but-honest look and ask me why I don't get a job as a wine agent or a cab-driver. I'm in the fight to a finish. I know I can write good fictionand I'll prove it. I'll make you change your opinion about my works.'
Editor Westbrook gazed through his nose-glasses with a sweetly sorrowful sympathetic, skeptical expression - the copyrighted expression of the editor.
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Have you read the last story I sent to you - "The Alarum of the Soul"? asked Dawe.
'Carefully. I hesitated over that story. Shack, really I did. It had some good points. I was writing you a letter to send with it when it goes back to you. I regret -'
'Never mind the regrets,' said Dawe grimly. 'I don't care. What I want to know is why. Come, now, out with the good points first.'
'The story,' said Westbrook, after a suppressed sigh, 'is written around an almost original plot. Characterization - the best you have done. Construction - almost as good, except for a few weak joints. It was a good story, except'
'I can write English, can't I,' interrupted Dawe.
'I have always told you,' said the editor, 'that you had a style.'
'Then the trouble is the -'
'Same old thing,' said Editor Westbrook. 'You work up to your climax like an artist. And then you turn yourself into a photographer. I don't know what form of madness possesses you, Shack, but that is what you do with everything that you write. No, I will take back the comparison with the photographer. Now and then photography manages to record a fleeting glimpse of truth. But you spoil every denouement by those flat, drab strokes of your brushthat I have so often complained of. If you would rise to the literary highest point of your dramatic scenes, and paint them in the high colors that art requires, the postman would leave fewer envelopes at your door.'
'Oh, fiddles and footlights!' cried Dawe. 'In you opinion when the man with the black moustache kidnaps golden-haired Bessie the mother would kneel and raise her hands in the spotlight and say: 'May high heaven see that I will rest neither night nor day till the heartless villain that has stolen my child feels the weight of a mother's grief!'
'I think,' said Editor Westbrook, 'that in real life the woman would expressherself in those words or in a very similar ones'. 'No,' said Dawe holly. 'I'll tell you what she'd say in real life. She'd say; "What! Bessie led away by a strange man? Good Lord! It's one trouble after another! Get my other hat, I must hurry around to the police station. Why wasn't somebody looking after her, I'd like to know? For God's sake, get out of my way or I'll never get ready. Not that hat - the brown one with the velvet bows. Bessie-must have been crazy; she's usually shy of strangers. Is that too much powder? Lordy! How I'm upset!'
'That's the way she'd talk,' continued Dawe. 'People in real life don't fly into heroic and blank verse at emotional crises. They simply can't do it. If they talk at all on such occasions they take from the same vocabulary that they use every day, that's all.'
'Shack,' said Editor Westbrook impressively, 'did you ever pick up the lifeless child from under the street car and carry it in your arms and lay it down before the distracted mother? Did you ever do that and listen to the words of grief and despair coming from her lips?'
'I never did,' said Dawe. 'Did you?'
'Well, no,' said Editor Westbrook, with a slight frown. 'But I can well imagine what she would say.'
'So can I,' said Dawe.
And now the fitting time for Editor Westbrook came.
'My dear Shack,' said he 'if I know anything of life I know that every deep, sudden and tragic emotion in the human heart evokes a corresponding expression of feeling? How much of this accord between expression and feeling should be attributed to nature, and how much to the influence of art, it would be difficult to say. The terrible roar of the lioness protecting her cubs is dramatically far above her customary purr. But it is also true that all men and women have what may be called a subconscious dramatic sense that is awakened by a deep and powerful emotion - a sense unconsciously taken from literature and the stage that helps them to express those emotions in an appropriate language.'
The story writer rose from the bench gesticulating. He still wanted to prove his point of view.
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Editor Westbrook looked at his watch.
'Tell me,' asked Dawe, 'what special faults in "The Alarum of the Soul" caused you to throw it down.'
'When Gabriel Murray,' said Westbrook, ' goes to his telephone and is told that his fiancée has been shot by a burglar, he says -I do not recall the exact words, but -'
'I do,' said Dawe. 'He says: "Damn Central; she always cuts me off." (And then to his friend): "Say, Tommy, does a thirty-two bullet make a big hole? Could you get me a drink from the sideboard, Tommy? No; straight; nothing on the side."
'And again,' continued the editor, without pausing for argument, ' when Berenice opens the letter from her husband informing her that he has run away with manicure girl, her words are let me see '
'She says,' replied the author: 'Well, what do you think of that!'
'Absurdly inappropriate words,' said Westbrook,' they mirror life falsely. No human being ever said such words when he meets with sudden tragedy.'
'Wrong,' said Dawe, 'I say no man or woman speaks stiltedly when they |go up against real climax. They talk naturally, and a little worse.'
The editor rose from the bench.
'Say, Westbrook,' said Dawe, 'would you have accepted "The Alarum of the Soul" if you had believed that the actions and words of the characters were true to life in the parts of the story that we discussed?'
'It is very likely that I would, if I believed that way,' said the editor. 'But I have explained to you that I do not.'
'If I could prove to you that I am right?'
'I'm sorry, Shack, but I'm afraid I haven't time to argue any further just now.'
'I don't want to argue,' said Dawe. 'I want to demonstrate to you from life itself that my view is the correct one.'
'How could you do that?' asked Westbrook in a surprised tone.
'Listen,' said the writer seriously. 'I have thought of a way. It is important to me that my theory of true-to-life fiction be recognized as correct by the magazines. I've fought for it for three years, and I'm down to my last dollar, with two months' rent due.'
'In selecting the fiction for the Minerva Magazine I use the opposite theory. The circulation has gone up from ninety thousand to -'
'Four hundred thousand,' said Dawe. 'Whereas it should have been a mi11ion. If you give me another half an hour of your time I'll prove to you that I'm right. I'll prove it by Louise.'
'Your wife!' exclaimed Westbrook. 'How?'
'Well, not exactly by her but with her,' said Dawe. 'Now, you know how devoted and loving Louise has always been. She's been fonder and more faithful than ever, since I've been neglected.'
'Indeed, she is a charming and admirable life companion,' agreed the editor.'I remember what inseparable friends she and Mrs Westbrook once were. We are both lucky, Shack, to have such wives. You must bring Mrs Dawe up some evening soon, and we'll have one of those informal suppers, that we used to enjoy so much.'
'Later,' said Dawe. 'When I get another shirt. And now I'll tell you my scheme. When I was about to leave home after breakfast - if you call tea and oatmeal breakfast - Louise told me that she was going to visit her aunt in Eighty-ninth Street. She said she would return home at three o'clock. She is always on time to a minute. It is now -'
Dawe glanced toward the editor's watch.
'Twenty-seven minutes to three,' said Westbrook, looking at his watch too
'We have just enough time, 'said Dawe. 'We will go to my flat at once. I will write a note to her and leave it on the table where she will see it as she enters the door. You and I will hide in the dining-room. In that note I'll say that I've gone from her forever with a woman who understands the needs of my artistic soul as she never did. When she reads it we will observe her actions and hear her words. Then we will know which theory is the correct one - yours or mine.'
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'Oh, never!' exclaimed the editor, shaking his head. 'That would be cruel. I can't play upon Mrs Dawe's feelings in such a manner.'
'Brace up,' said the writer. 'I guess I think as much of her as you do. It's for her benefit as well as mine. I've got to get a market for my stories in someway. It won't hurt Louise. She's healthy and sound. Her heart goes as strong as a ninety-eight-cent watch. It'll last for only a minute, and then I'll step out and explain to her. You ought to give me the chance, Westbrook.'
The two experimenters in Art left the Square and hurried eastward, then to the south and a block or two north until they reached Dawe's place. Dawe pushed his latchkey into the door of one of the front flats.
When the door opened Editor Westbrook saw, with feeling of pity, how poorly the rooms were furnished.
'Get a chair, if you can find one,' said Dawe, 'while I take pen and ink Hallo, what's this? Here's a note from Louise. She must have left it there when she went out this morning.' He picked up an envelope that lay on the table and tore it open. He began to read the letter aloud.
These are the words that Editor Westbrook heard:
DEAR SHACKLEFORD!
By the time you get this I will be about a hundred miles away. I've got a place in the chorus of the Opera Co., and we start on the road today at twelve o'clock. I didn't want to starve to death, and so I decided to make my own living. I'm not coming back. Mrs Westbrook is going with me. She said she was tired of living with a combination phonograph, iceberg and dictionary, and she's not coming back, either. We've been practicing the songs and dances for two months on the quiet. I hope you will be successful, and get along all right. Good-bye.
'LOUISE.'
Dawe dropped the letter, covered his face with his trembling hands, and cried out in a deep vibrating voice:
'My God, why have You given me this cup to drink? Since she is false, then let You Heaven's fairest gifts, faith and love, become the jesting bywords of traitors and friends!'
Editor Westbrook's glasses fell to the floor. The fingers of one hand fumbled with a button of his coat as he blurted between his pale lips:
'Say, Shack isn't that a hell of a note? Wouldn't that knock you off your lurch, Shack? Isn't it hell, now, Shack - isn't it?'
NOTES ON THE TEXT
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ACTIVE WORDS
1. to wink - to close and open one eye quickly as a sign to someone, forexample a sign that what you have just said is a joke or a secret;
2. aquamarine - a green-blue colour;
3. pickled - preserved in vinegar or salt water;
4. diligently - very hard and very carefully;
5. to hug - to put your arms round someone to show your love or friendship;
6. to saunter - to walk in a slow and relaxed way;
7. to grasp - to take and hold something or someone very tightly;
8. dingy - a dingy place or object is rather dark in an unpleasant way andoften looks dirty;
9. ragged - torn and dirty;
10. shabby - old and in bad condition;
11. to suspect - to believe that something is true, especially something bad;
12. awkwardly - in a way that shows you are not comfortable, relaxed, or confident;
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to tug - to pull someone or something by making a short strong movement;
14. to disgrace - to harm the reputation of a person or group by doing something bad or immoral;
15. to snap - to move something quickly, for example a light switch or something else that makes a short sound, or to be moved quickly in this way;
16. to peck at smth - to eat only a small amount of a meal, without much interest;
17. sanctum - an inner room in a holy place such as a temple;
18. embarrassed - ashamed of something, and worried about what other people will think of you;
19. grimly unpleasantly;
20. to suppress - to stop a physical process from happening or developing;
21. characterization - the way in which a writer creates characters in a book, play, film etc;
22. climax - the most exciting or important moment in a story, event, or situation, usually near the end;
23. fleeting - continuing for only a very short time;
24. denouement - the end of a book, play, or series of events, when everything is explained;
25. drab - not colorful or interesting;
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26. to stroke - a hit made with someone's hand, a stick, or another object;
27. to complain - to say that you are not satisfied with something;
28. blank verse - a type of poetry that has a regular pattern of sounds but does not have lines that rhyme;
29. 
despair - the feeling that a situation is so bad that nothing you can do will change it;
31. to evoke - to bring a particular emotion, idea, or memory into your mind
1. stilted - stilted movements or words are not relaxed and natural
30. circulation - the number of copies of a newspaper or magazine sold each day, week etc
31. to neglect - to fail to pay attention to something;
32. oatmeal - crushed oats (=a type of grain), used in cooking;
33. latchkey - the key for opening the lock of an outer door from the outside;
34. to jest - to speak in a way that is not serious;
35. traitor - someone who tells secrets about ones own country to a country that is ones enemy;
36. to rumble - to try to hold, move, or find something using your hands in a way that is not skilful or graceful;
37. to blurt - to say something suddenly and without thinking about the effect it will have, usually because you are nervous or excited.
