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Which picture shows the cut page opened out?
7 x 7 = 16
4 x 4 = 10
2 x 2 = 6
then what would be
45 x 45 =
The medicine was ________ and didn’t help me.
Don’t judge a book by its cover
One stormy night many years ago, an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia, USA. Trying to get out of the rain, the couple approached the front desk hoping to get some shelter for the night.
“Could you possibly give us a room here?” – the husband asked.
The clerk, a friendly man with a winning smile, looked at the couple and explained that there were three conventions in town. “All of our rooms are taken,” the clerk said. “But I can’t send a nice couple like you out into the rain at one o’clock in the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It’s not exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable for the night.”
When the couple declined, the young man pressed on. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll make out just fine,” the clerk told them.
So the couple agreed.
As he paid his bill the next morning, the elderly man said to the clerk, “You are the kind of manager who should be the boss of the best hotel. Maybe someday I’ll build one for you.”
The clerk looked at them and smiled. The three of them had a good laugh. As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed that the helpful clerk was indeed exceptional, as finding people who are both friendly and helpful isn’t easy.
Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man to pay them a visit.
The old man met him in New York and led him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He then pointed to a great new building there, a pale reddish stone, with turrets and watchtowers thrusting up to the sky.
“That,” said the older man, “is the hotel I have just built for you to manage.”
“You must be joking.” – the young man said.
“I can assure you I am not.” – said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth.
The older man’s name was William Waldorf-Aster, and that magnificent structure was the original Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young clerk who became its first manager was George C. Boldt. This young clerk never foresaw the turn of events that would lead him to become the manager of one of the world’s most glamorous hotels.
Question
Why were the old man and his wife looking for a room?
One stormy night many years ago, an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia, USA. Trying to get out of the rain, the couple approached the front desk hoping to get some shelter for the night.
“Could you possibly give us a room here?” – the husband asked.
The clerk, a friendly man with a winning smile, looked at the couple and explained that there were three conventions in town. “All of our rooms are taken,” the clerk said. “But I can’t send a nice couple like you out into the rain at one o’clock in the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It’s not exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable for the night.”
When the couple declined, the young man pressed on. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll make out just fine,” the clerk told them.
So the couple agreed.
As he paid his bill the next morning, the elderly man said to the clerk, “You are the kind of manager who should be the boss of the best hotel. Maybe someday I’ll build one for you.”
The clerk looked at them and smiled. The three of them had a good laugh. As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed that the helpful clerk was indeed exceptional, as finding people who are both friendly and helpful isn’t easy.
Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man to pay them a visit.
The old man met him in New York and led him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He then pointed to a great new building there, a pale reddish stone, with turrets and watchtowers thrusting up to the sky.
“That,” said the older man, “is the hotel I have just built for you to manage.”
“You must be joking.” – the young man said.
“I can assure you I am not.” – said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth.
The older man’s name was William Waldorf-Aster, and that magnificent structure was the original Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young clerk who became its first manager was George C. Boldt. This young clerk never foresaw the turn of events that would lead him to become the manager of one of the world’s most glamorous hotels.
Question
What did the old man do for the clerk?
One stormy night many years ago, an elderly man and his wife entered the lobby of a small hotel in Philadelphia, USA. Trying to get out of the rain, the couple approached the front desk hoping to get some shelter for the night.
“Could you possibly give us a room here?” – the husband asked.
The clerk, a friendly man with a winning smile, looked at the couple and explained that there were three conventions in town. “All of our rooms are taken,” the clerk said. “But I can’t send a nice couple like you out into the rain at one o’clock in the morning. Would you perhaps be willing to sleep in my room? It’s not exactly a suite, but it will be good enough to make you folks comfortable for the night.”
When the couple declined, the young man pressed on. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll make out just fine,” the clerk told them.
So the couple agreed.
As he paid his bill the next morning, the elderly man said to the clerk, “You are the kind of manager who should be the boss of the best hotel. Maybe someday I’ll build one for you.”
The clerk looked at them and smiled. The three of them had a good laugh. As they drove away, the elderly couple agreed that the helpful clerk was indeed exceptional, as finding people who are both friendly and helpful isn’t easy.
Two years passed. The clerk had almost forgotten the incident when he received a letter from the old man. It recalled that stormy night and enclosed a round-trip ticket to New York, asking the young man to pay them a visit.
The old man met him in New York and led him to the corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street. He then pointed to a great new building there, a pale reddish stone, with turrets and watchtowers thrusting up to the sky.
“That,” said the older man, “is the hotel I have just built for you to manage.”
“You must be joking.” – the young man said.
“I can assure you I am not.” – said the older man, a sly smile playing around his mouth.
The older man’s name was William Waldorf-Aster, and that magnificent structure was the original Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The young clerk who became its first manager was George C. Boldt. This young clerk never foresaw the turn of events that would lead him to become the manager of one of the world’s most glamorous hotels.
Question
This story can be best classified as
Not so long ago, in a galaxy not too far away…
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Leonardo. He won a competition to go to space!
When he got to space, he put on his spacesuit and helmet and went outside to float around for a little while. He was tied to his spaceship, so he would not float away.
Suddenly, he saw an alien on a nearby floating rock. The alien was inside a big glass dome, waving at Leonardo.
“Hi, there Earth boy. My name is Ein,” the alien said. “Welcome to space. What’s your name?”
“I’m Leonardo. I’m the very first kid to visit space. I won a space competition,” he said.
“Wow!” said the alien. “Why don’t you float over to my rock? Just push off gently, one finger only.”
Leonardo pushed off from his spaceship with one finger. That was all it took to get him heading over toward the alien’s rock. It was so easy to float – so slow, so steady, so gentle!
As he drifted over, he asked the alien: “Ein, why do you live in a big glass dome?”
“Same reason you are wearing a spacesuit and helmet,” said Ein. “You need to keep the air in. If you took your helmet off, all the air would whoosh out and you wouldn’t be able to breathe.” Leonardo was still drifting closer.
“I could never understand that,” he said. “When I open my front door at home the air doesn’t whoosh out. What is so different about space?”
“Well, first, do you know what air is made of?” said Ein.
“Yes, it’s made of atoms. They are teeny weeny things, too small to see. Everything is made of atoms,” said Leonardo. He was a very smart boy.
“You know, the atoms in the air you are breathing are moving at the speed of a jet plane,” said Ein. “They are bouncing all around inside your helmet, and are bouncing off your skin right now.”
“That’s crazy. They would be hurting my skin!”
“No. There are so many trillions of them. They are super-tiny. They bounce off. But if you took off your helmet, the air atoms would have nothing to stop them. They would go shooting off at the speed of a jet plane.”
Leonardo was confused. “Then why doesn’t all the air shoot off Earth the same way?” he asked.
“The gravity of Earth holds it in. A rocket – like the one that brought your spaceship to space – can go fast enough to escape Earth’s gravity. But atoms aren’t going that fast, so they stick close to Earth.”
Leonardo was nearly at Ein’s rock now. “So air sticks close to all the other big planets because they have gravity?”
Ein smiled. “Yep,” she said. “It’s got a bit to do with how our universe was created when the Big Bang happened. But I’ll explain that after morning tea.”
A special air-lock door on Ein’s dome opened, so Leonardo could come in without all of Ein’s air whooshing out.
Leonardo couldn’t wait to tell his Earth friends all about his new alien friend – and what he had learned about why an astronaut must always wear a helmet in space.
Question
How did Leonardo push the rock?
Not so long ago, in a galaxy not too far away…
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Leonardo. He won a competition to go to space!
When he got to space, he put on his spacesuit and helmet and went outside to float around for a little while. He was tied to his spaceship, so he would not float away.
Suddenly, he saw an alien on a nearby floating rock. The alien was inside a big glass dome, waving at Leonardo.
“Hi, there Earth boy. My name is Ein,” the alien said. “Welcome to space. What’s your name?”
“I’m Leonardo. I’m the very first kid to visit space. I won a space competition,” he said.
“Wow!” said the alien. “Why don’t you float over to my rock? Just push off gently, one finger only.”
Leonardo pushed off from his spaceship with one finger. That was all it took to get him heading over toward the alien’s rock. It was so easy to float – so slow, so steady, so gentle!
As he drifted over, he asked the alien: “Ein, why do you live in a big glass dome?”
“Same reason you are wearing a spacesuit and helmet,” said Ein. “You need to keep the air in. If you took your helmet off, all the air would whoosh out and you wouldn’t be able to breathe.” Leonardo was still drifting closer.
“I could never understand that,” he said. “When I open my front door at home the air doesn’t whoosh out. What is so different about space?”
“Well, first, do you know what air is made of?” said Ein.
“Yes, it’s made of atoms. They are teeny weeny things, too small to see. Everything is made of atoms,” said Leonardo. He was a very smart boy.
“You know, the atoms in the air you are breathing are moving at the speed of a jet plane,” said Ein. “They are bouncing all around inside your helmet, and are bouncing off your skin right now.”
“That’s crazy. They would be hurting my skin!”
“No. There are so many trillions of them. They are super-tiny. They bounce off. But if you took off your helmet, the air atoms would have nothing to stop them. They would go shooting off at the speed of a jet plane.”
Leonardo was confused. “Then why doesn’t all the air shoot off Earth the same way?” he asked.
“The gravity of Earth holds it in. A rocket – like the one that brought your spaceship to space – can go fast enough to escape Earth’s gravity. But atoms aren’t going that fast, so they stick close to Earth.”
Leonardo was nearly at Ein’s rock now. “So air sticks close to all the other big planets because they have gravity?”
Ein smiled. “Yep,” she said. “It’s got a bit to do with how our universe was created when the Big Bang happened. But I’ll explain that after morning tea.”
A special air-lock door on Ein’s dome opened, so Leonardo could come in without all of Ein’s air whooshing out.
Leonardo couldn’t wait to tell his Earth friends all about his new alien friend – and what he had learned about why an astronaut must always wear a helmet in space.
Question
What does hold atoms on big planets?
When looking at from any side, how many small blocks have only 2 faces visible in this shape?
How many marbles Rick will get?
How many coins does Benny have in his piggy-bank?