Please answer the following questions of understanding:

Question 1:
My favorite beach is… 2 Emerson Beach
1 Palm Beach
2 Emerson Beach
3 Long Beach
4 Surf Beach
Question 2:
What animals do I see in the water? 3 Dolphins
1 Starfish
2 Sharks
3 Dolphins
4 Dogs
Question 3:
How many shells did I find last year? 4 Fifteen
1 Five
2 Fifty
3 Twelve
4 Fifteen
Question 4:
What do I want to learn this year? 2 How to find shells
1 Swimming
2 How to find shells
3 Surfing
4 Sailing
Question 5:
Where did I put my shells last year? 4 In my room
1 In the garage
2 In Florida
3 In a box
4 In my room

Now you can find out the answer to all these questions and much more at the California Fame Hotel. Ten miles from Los Angeles, Fame Hotel promises to answer the «what if» question? When you enter a hotel, you choose a room. Each room has a name. On the second floor is Clint Eastwood and on the third floor is Elvis Presley. In all, the Fame Hotel has 32 rooms, most of which are called Hollywood or music stars. But there are also well-known writers (Mark Twain and Agatha Christie) and even some scholars and sports stars such as Mike Tyson.

When you enter a room, you enter that person’s life. There are pictures everywhere. The hotel owner has tried to fill the room with things, clothes, even food that she thought the stars would like. Marilyn Monroe’s wardrobe is full of beautiful white dresses, Albert Einstein has no socks in her wardrobe, because real Einstein never wore them. If you choose Mike Tyson’s room, you will be able to box in one corner of the room. And there is even a bypass rope.

I talked to a guest who was staying in Elvis Presley’s room. «I love this hotel,» he told me. «I wanted to know, ‘What is Elvis Presley going to eat for breakfast,’ and now I know.» That guest eats pancakes and strawberry ice cream every morning, just as Elvis liked to do. At the next table, the Einstein Room guest eats cabbage soup.

The company plans to open another «Fame» hotel in New York next year, and plans to expand to Europe. I hope to stay in Winston Churchill’s London.

is a traditional Japanese cuisine made from rice and various seafood as well as many other ingredients. Since the early 1980s, sushi has become very popular around the world.

Sushi originated in South Asia, where boiled rice began to be used for cooking and preserving fish. The sliced fish was cut into salt, mixed with rice, mixed with rice, and weighed with stone, which was replaced by a lid a few weeks later.

i love sushi most of the dishes, and i know which sushi was from china and japan

is a traditional Japanese cuisine made from rice and various seafood as well as many other ingredients. Since the early 1980s, sushi has become very popular around the world.

Sushi originated in South Asia, where boiled rice began to be used for cooking and preserving fish. The sliced fish was cut into salt, mixed with rice, mixed with rice, and weighed with stone, which was replaced by a lid a few weeks later.

i love sushi most of the dishes, and i know which sushi was from china and japan

by Mark Twain

I have received and read all the letters which you and your little

sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby

sister’s jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But

I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your

mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English

writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things

which you and the baby ordered in your own letters–I went down your

chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all

myself–and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there

were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we

ran out of stock . . . .
There was a word or two in your mama’s letter which . . . I took to

be “a trunk full of doll’s clothes.” Is that it? I will call at your

kitchen door about nine o’clock this morning to inquire. But I must

not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the

kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the

door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak–

otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery

and stand on a chair or the nurse’s bed and put your ear to the

speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle

through it you must speak in the tube and say, “Welcome, Santa

Claus!” Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not.

If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to

be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail

which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say “Good-by and a

merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens,” you must say “Good-by,

good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much.” Then you must go down

into the library and make George close all the doors that open into

the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I

will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will

come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the

hall–if it is a trunk you want–because I couldn’t get such a thing

as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should

leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into

the fireplace, for I haven’t time to do such things. George must not

use a broom, but a rag–else he will die someday . . . . If my boot

should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it

away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you

look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a

good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to

that mark which your good old Santa Claus’s boot made on the marble,

what will you say, little sweetheart?
Good-by for a few minutes, till I come down to the world and ring the kitchen doorbell.

January  20-24

Read and answer.
HOW DO SANTA CLAUS AND HIS ELVES HAVE TIME TO DELIVER PRESENTS TO EVERY CHILD?

by Mark Twain

Palace of Saint Nicholas in the Moon, Christmas Morning
                  My Dear Susy Clemens,
I have received and read all the letters which you and your little

sister have written me . . . . I can read your and your baby

sister’s jagged and fantastic marks without any trouble at all. But

I had trouble with those letters which you dictated through your

mother and the nurses, for I am a foreigner and cannot read English

writing well. You will find that I made no mistakes about the things

which you and the baby ordered in your own letters–I went down your

chimney at midnight when you were asleep and delivered them all

myself–and kissed both of you, too . . . . But . . . there

were . . . one or two small orders which I could not fill because we

ran out of stock . . . .
There was a word or two in your mama’s letter which . . . I took to

be “a trunk full of doll’s clothes.” Is that it? I will call at your

kitchen door about nine o’clock this morning to inquire. But I must

not see anybody and I must not speak to anybody but you. When the

kitchen doorbell rings, George must be blindfolded and sent to the

door. You must tell George he must walk on tiptoe and not speak–

otherwise he will die someday. Then you must go up to the nursery

and stand on a chair or the nurse’s bed and put your ear to the

speaking tube that leads down to the kitchen and when I whistle

through it you must speak in the tube and say, “Welcome, Santa

Claus!” Then I will ask whether it was a trunk you ordered or not.

If you say it was, I shall ask you what color you want the trunk to

be . . . and then you must tell me every single thing in detail

which you want the trunk to contain. Then when I say “Good-by and a

merry Christmas to my little Susy Clemens,” you must say “Good-by,

good old Santa Claus, I thank you very much.” Then you must go down

into the library and make George close all the doors that open into

the main hall, and everybody must keep still for a little while. I

will go to the moon and get those things and in a few minutes I will

come down the chimney that belongs to the fireplace that is in the

hall–if it is a trunk you want–because I couldn’t get such a thing

as a trunk down the nursery chimney, you know . . . .If I should

leave any snow in the hall, you must tell George to sweep it into

the fireplace, for I haven’t time to do such things. George must not

use a broom, but a rag–else he will die someday . . . . If my boot

should leave a stain on the marble, George must not holystone it

away. Leave it there always in memory of my visit; and whenever you

look at it or show it to anybody you must let it remind you to be a

good little girl. Whenever you are naughty and someone points to

that mark which your good old Santa Claus’s boot made on the marble,

what will you say, little sweetheart?
Good-by for a few minutes, till I come down to the world and ring the kitchen doorbell.