Macroeconomics Fourth Canadian Edition Canadian 4th Edition Williamson Test Bank
Macroeconomics Fourth Canadian Edition Canadian 4th Edition Williamson Test Bank
Macroeconomics Fourth Canadian Edition Canadian 4th Edition Williamson Test Bank
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7) The two key business cycle events in Canadian economic history were
A) government budget deficits and World War II.
B) the Great Depression and government budget deficits.
C) World War II and the Great Depression.
D) the Great Depression and stagflation.
E) the productivity slowdown and the Great Depression.
Answer: C
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10) The relationship between the level of growth of an economic variable, gt, and its level, yt, is best
approximated as
A) gt = .
11) The business cycle component of the log of real per capita GDP is equal to
A) log of trend GDP divided by log of actual real GDP.
B) log of trend per capita GDP - log of actual real per capita GDP.
C) log of actual real GDP divided by log of trend GDP.
D) log of trend GDP - log of actual real GDP.
E) log of actual real per capita GDP - log of trend per capita GDP.
Answer: E
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13) For the study of economic growth, it is most helpful to examine movements in ________; for the
study of business cycles, it is most helpful to examine movements in ________.
A) trend GDP; deviations from trend in GDP
B) deviations from trend in GDP; deviations from trend in GDP
C) trend GDP; trend GDP
D) trend income; deviation from trend in income
E) deviations from trend in GDP; trend GDP
Answer: A
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14) The largest deviation in real per capita GDP from trend GDP occurred
A) during World War II.
B) during the post World War II period.
C) in the 1990s.
D) during the Great Depression and World War II.
E) in the 1980s.
Answer: D
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Author: H. G. Dwight
Language: English
BY
H. G. DWIGHT
ARCH IRONIST,
EX-EDITOR OF “THE INFANTRY JOURNAL,”
LATE LIBRARIAN OF THE ARMY WAR COLLEGE, WASHINGTON,
SOMETIME MILITARY ATTACHÉ AT THE AMERICAN EMBASSY, CONSTANTINOPLE,
MEMBER OF THE SOCIETY OF THE CINCINNATI,
INSTIGATOR OF OR ACCOMPLICE IN TOO MANY OTHER ACTIVITIES HERE TO BE
NAMED;
WHO YET FOUND TIME TO INVENT ONE, NOR THE LEAST SEDUCTIVE, OF THE
ENSUING FABLES, AND WHO COURTEOUSLY PUT IN THE WAY OF HIS
COLLABORATOR TWO OF THE MOST EXASPERATING AND PROFITABLE
EXPERIENCES OF A CAREER BY NO MEANS BARREN OF SUCH ACCIDENTS:
LIKE MICHAEL
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So the romantic Aurora, as I told you, sat in Paris like a true American
wife, inviting her soul in the Louvre—both musée and magasins—while
the humdrum Michael set forth for that bourne whence he was not to
return, with his reaper and binder under his arm. What he did with it
doesn’t matter. In fact I believe he did very little with it. He wasn’t born
to reaping and binding. Reaping and binding had been thrust upon him—
by the uncle to whom he applied at a desperate moment for a job. Like
most of us, you see, he didn’t know what he wanted. I’m not sure he ever
found out. Aurora, however, must have helped him in a back-handed
way to find out that he hadn’t got what he wanted. And so did that
sudden journey of his. He had never been anywhere before in his life.
I make fun of poor Aurora, who after all had perhaps divined in poor
Michael, at the flood of her tide, what she was really after. But I found it
rather quaint, I must confess, that he, the reaper and binder of Zerbetta,
Ohio, should be caught by Stambul. Yet why not? I myself am
unaccountably moved by reapers and binders, by motors and dynamos
and steam engines, by all manner of human ingenuities of which I know
nothing and could never learn anything. Why should not Michael have
been moved by things as foreign to him? Moreover has there not always
been in the Anglo-Saxon some uneasy little chord that has made him the
wanderer and camper-out of the earth, that nothing can twitch like the
East?
Michael took an astonishing fancy to that bumpy old place, and to
those mangy dogs and those fantastic smells and those inconvenient
costumes and those dusty Bazaars and all the trash that is in them. He
bought quantities of it. Rugs and brasses and I don’t know what
uncannily kept turning up long after he had dropped through his crack.
Aurora received them tearfully as tributes to herself, and I believe they
paved the way for her next experiment. Michael’s successor is an
antiquary as well as an astrologer, and he keeps an occult junk-shop on a
top floor in Union Square.
That junk, as it happened, was just what played so fateful a part in
Michael’s adventure. He bought a good deal of it from a certain antiquity
man who knew English better than any one else Michael ran across in
the Bazaars. Finding Michael a promising customer, the antiquity man
said he had better stuff stored away in a khan outside the Bazaars. And
Michael, of course, was delighted to go and look at it. Do you wonder?
The khan was one of those old stone houses in Mahmud Pasha that
have a Byzantine look about them, with their string-courses of flat
bricks, the heavy stone brackets of their projecting upper storeys, the
solid iron cages of their windows, and their arched tunnels leading into
courts within courts, where grape-vines grow and rugs lie fading in the
sun. The antiquity man took Michael up some stone stairs into one of the
galleries overlooking a court, and then into a series of dirty little stone
rooms full of all sorts of queer-looking boxes and bundles. And some of
the boxes and bundles were opened with great ceremony, and Rhodian
plates were brought forth for Michael to admire—Persian tiles,
Byzantine enamels—You know the sort of thing.
Michael, our reaper and binder, liked it. I can’t say how intelligently
he liked it; but he had discovered a new world, and he liked it well
enough to go back again and again. I must confess that I don’t recollect
very much about it, myself. I do remember, though, that the most
outlandish-looking people—Greeks, Jews, Armenians, Persians, Tartars,
Heaven knows who—carry on outlandish-looking activities there. Any
number of forges and blow-pipes flare in those dark stone rooms, where
goldsmiths and silversmiths make charms, amulets, reliquaries, little
Virgins to hang around your neck, little votive hands and feet to hang on
icons, silver rings for Turks who think it wicked to wear gold, and
filigree chains, pendants, and lamps in the Byzantine tradition. That’s
where most of the antiques sold in the Bazaars come from. And
devilishly well-made a lot of them are, too. I know a Byzantine gold
chalice in a museum in England, decorated with St. Georges of the tenth
century, that came out of that khan not twenty years ago! Admirable
coins and gems come from there too, to say nothing of Tanagra figurines.
Did you ever hear of a Chalcedonian figurine? Not many other people
have, either. But plenty of real ones used to be dug up on the Asiatic side
of the Bosphorus; and clever Greek potters copy them and rename them
for tourists. However, it isn’t all fake. There are real artists in those dark
little stone rooms. And there are real antiques—some of them stored
away, some of them undergoing a final dilapidation to suit them for the
critical eye of fake collectors.
Michael liked it all so much that he spent more time in that
extraordinary maze than was good for his reapers and binders. The
people got to know him by sight, and they let him rummage around by
himself.
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