Test Bank For Principles of Information Systems 10th Edition Stair
Test Bank For Principles of Information Systems 10th Edition Stair
11. Information about the documents on the Web and access to these documents are controlled and
provided by tens of thousands of special computers called Web servers.
12. A virtual reality system is an example of one of the most common types of information systems.
16. Mobile commerce is the use of mobile, wireless devices to place orders and conduct business.
17. While technologically advanced, unfortunately, e-commerce offers few advantages for streamlining
work activities.
18. Electronic business goes beyond e-commerce and e-procurement by using information systems and the
Internet to perform all business-related tasks and functions.
19. Computers have been used to perform common business applications since the 1950s.
20. Companies soon learned that they could use the data stored in transaction processing systems to make
better decisions.
21. A decision support system is an organized collection of people, procedures, software, databases, and
devices that provides routine information to managers and decision makers.
24. A DSS can include a collection of models to support a decision maker, a collection of facts, and
procedures that help decision makers to interact with the DSS.
25. DSS became more widely used in the 1980s as a result of dramatic improvements in technology.
26. With an AI system, the computer takes on the characteristics of human intelligence.
27. Neural networks give the computer the ability to make suggestions and function like an expert in a
particular field, helping enhance the performance of a novice users.
28. The unique value of neural networks is that they allow organizations to capture and use the wisdom of
experts and specialists.
29. Directional sound, tactile and force feedback devices, voice recognition, and other technologies are
used to enrich the virtual reality experience.
30. Systems analysis defines the problems and opportunities of the existing system.
MULTIPLE CHOICE
1. ____ is an important component of every information system that helps organizations to achieve their
goals.
a. Hardware c. Feedback mechanism
b. Software d. Data
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 4
2. The value of information is directly linked to how it helps decision makers achieve their organization’s
____.
a. profits c. cost reduction initiatives
b. goals d. quality improvement measures
ANS: B PTS: 1 REF: 8
4. Many excellent computerized information systems follow stock indexes and markets and suggest when
large blocks of stocks should be purchased or sold in a process called ____.
a. feedback c. forecasting
b. processing d. program trading
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 12
5. _____ consists of computer equipment used to perform input, processing, and output activities.
a. Information technology c. Telecommunications
b. Technology infrastructure d. Hardware
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 12
6. Keyboards, automatic scanning devices, and equipment that can read magnetic ink characters are
examples of ____ hardware.
a. storage c. output
b. processing d. input
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 13
8. ____ consists of computer programs that govern the operation of the computer.
a. Hardware c. Applications
b. Software d. Telecommunications
ANS: B PTS: 1 REF: 14
9. ____ is an example of application software that allows you to accomplish specific tasks such as word
processing or tabulating numbers.
a. Systems software c. Microsoft Office 2010
b. Windows 7 d. Windows Vista
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 14
10. ____ connect computers and equipment in a building, around the country, or around the world to
enable electronic communications.
a. Telecommunications c. Networks
b. Telecommuting d. Databases
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 15
11. People can send short messages of up to ____ using Twitter.
a. 10 words c. 140 characters
b. 100 characters d. 140 words
ANS: C PTS: 1 REF: 16
13. Using ____, you can download audio programs or music from the Internet to play on computers or
music players.
a. podcasting c. WWW
b. Web logs d. cloud computing
ANS: A PTS: 1 REF: 16
14. An ____ is a network based on Web technologies that allows only selected outsiders, such as business
partners and customers, to access authorized resources of a company’s intranet.
a. Internet c. Web 2.0
b. blog d. extranet
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 16
15. ____ is (are) considered to be the most important element in a computer-based information system.
a. Hardware c. Procedures
b. Software d. People
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 17
16. People who work with information systems to get results are called ____.
a. the CIO c. IS personnel
b. users d. IS managers
ANS: B PTS: 1 REF: 17
17. ____ include(s) all the people who manage, run, program, and maintain the system, including the CIO,
who manages the IS department.
a. End users c. Analysts
b. Hardware operators d. IS personnel
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 17
18. A common type of information system used in business organizations are those designed for ____.
a. electronic and mobile commerce c. decision support
b. transaction processing d. all of the above
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 18
19. ____ involves using information systems and the Internet to acquire parts and supplies.
a. e-commerce c. mobile commerce
b. e-business d. e-procurement
ANS: D PTS: 1 REF: 20
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"How the poor devils must love it!" Sabron thought, and he blessed her
for her charity.
How familiar was her voice! But that was only because he was so ill.
But he began to wonder and to doubt, and across the distance came the
notes of the tune, the melody of the song that had haunted him for many
months:
When she had finished singing there were tears on the soldier's cheeks
and he was not ashamed. Pitchouné, who remembered the tune as well,
crept up to him and laid his head on his master's hand. Sabron had just time
to wipe away the tears when the Duc de Tremont came in.
When she came in he did not know whether he most clearly saw her
simple summer dress with the single jewel at her throat, her large hat that
framed her face, or the gentle lovely face all sweetness and sympathy. He
believed her to be the future Duchesse de Tremont.
He seemed to look at her from a great distance, from the distance to the
end of which he had so wearily been traveling. She was lovelier than he had
dreamed, more rarely sweet and adorable.
"This is not the first time I have seen you, Monsieur de Sabron. I came
when you were too ill to know of it."
"He need not," said the girl, "nor need you leave unless you wish."
"Julia," she said severely, as though her niece were a child, pointing to a
chair, "sit down."
"My dear, I have followed your caprices from France to Africa. Only by
pleading heart-failure and mortal illness could I dissuade you from going
into the desert with the caravan. Now, without any apparent reason, you
wish to return to France."
"And now that you have found him," said the marquise reproachfully,
"and you discover that he is not all your romantic fancy imagined, you are
going to run away from him. In short, you mean to throw him over."
"Throw him over, ma tante!" murmured the girl. "I have never had the
chance. Between Monsieur de Sabron and myself there is only friendship."
"You shall do so," said her aunt. "I am rejoiced to get out of the Orient.
It is late to order my dresses for Trouville, but I can manage. Before we go,
however, my dear, I want you to make me a promise."
"A promise, ma tante?" The girl's tone implied that she did not think she
would give it.
"You have played the part of fate in the life of this young man, who, I
find, is a charming and brave man. Now you must stand by your guns, my
dear Julia."
"You will go to Paris and the Capitaine de Sabron will get well rapidly.
He will follow you, and if it were not for Tremont, myself, your Red Cross
Society and the presence here of Madame de la Maine, you would have
been very much compromised. But never mind," said the Marquise
d'Esclignac magnificently, "my name is sufficient protection for my niece. I
am thinking solely of the poor young man."
"Of course," said the Marquise d'Esclignac tartly, "did you think I meant
Robert? You have so well arranged his life for him, my dear."
"I want you to promise me, Julia, before you sail for home, that if
Sabron follows us and makes you to understand that he loves you, as he
will, that you will accept him."
Julia Redmond looked at the Marquise d'Esclignac in astonishment. She
half laughed and she half cried.
"I do," said her aunt firmly, regarding her niece through her lorgnon. "In
the first place the affair is entirely unconventional and has been since we
left France. It is I who should speak to the Capitaine de Sabron. You are so
extremely rich that it will be a difficult matter for a poor and honorable
young man.... Indeed, my dear, I may as well tell you that I shall do so
when we reach home."
"Oh," said the girl, turning perfectly pale and stepping forward toward
her aunt, "if you consider such a thing I shall leave for America at once."
"How impossible you are, Julia. Understand me, my dear, I do not want
a woman of my family to be a coquette. I do not want it said that you are an
American flirt—it is in bad taste and entirely misunderstood in the
Faubourg St.-Germain."
The girl, bewildered by her aunt's attitude and extremely troubled by the
threat of the marriage convention, said:
"Not in any sense," said the Marquise d'Esclignac. "It has not occurred
to the poor young officer to suppose for a moment that a young woman with
millions, as you are so fortunate to be, would derange herself like this to
follow him. If I thought so I would not have brought you, Julia. What I have
done, I have done solely for your peace of mind, my child. This young man
loves you. He believes that you love him, no doubt. You have given him
sufficient reason, heaven knows! Now," said her aunt emphatically, "I do
not intend that you should break his heart."
It was more than likely that the Marquise d'Esclignac was looking back
twenty-five years to a time, when as a rich American, she had put aside her
love for a penniless soldier with an insignificant title. She remembered how
she had followed his campaign. She folded her lorgnon and looked at her
niece. Julia Redmond saw a cloud pass over her aunt's tranquil face. She put
her arms around her and kissed her tenderly.
"But do I need to promise you?" asked the girl. "Don't you know?"
"I shall be perfectly ashamed of you," said the Marquise d'Esclignac, "if
you are anything but a woman of heart and decision in this matter."
Evidently she waited, and Julia Redmond, slightly bowing her lovely
head in deference to the older lady who had not married her first love, said
obediently:
CHAPTER XXVI
CONGRATULATIONS
The Duc de Tremont saw what splendid stuff the captain in the ——
Cavalry was made of by the young man's quick convalescence. Sabron
could not understand why Robert lingered after the departure of the
Marquise d'Esclignac, the Comtesse de la Maine and Miss Redmond. The
presence of the young man would have been agreeable if it had not been for
his jealously and his unhappiness.
They played piquet together. Sabron, in his right mind, thinner and
paler, nevertheless very much of a man, now smoked his cigarettes and ate
his three meals a day. He took a walk every day and was quite fit to leave
the Orient. Tremont said:
"Of course," said the young nobleman heartily. "We are going together.
You know I am going to take you back in my yacht."
"No, mon vieux, if you will excuse me I think I shall remain faithful to
the old line of travel. I have an idea that I am not in yachting trim."
Tremont was not too dull to have noticed his friend's change of attitude
toward him. He smoked for a few moments and then said:
A very warm color flushed the cheeks of the invalid. He remembered all
he had heard and all he had known. He congratulated his friend with sincere
warmth, and after a few moments said:
"If you really want me to go back with you on the yacht, old chap—"
"I really do," said Tremont serenely. "You see, when we came on the
boat we scarcely hoped to be so fortunate as to bring back the distinguished
captain."
Sabron smiled.
"But you have not told me yet," he said, "why you came down."
"No," said Tremont, "that is true. Well, it will make a story for the sea."
CHAPTER XXVII
VALOR IN RETROSPECT
In the month of May, when the chestnuts bloom in the green dells,
where the delicate young foliage holds the light as in golden cups, a young
man walked through one of the small allées of the Bois at the fashionable
noon hour, a little reddish dog trotting at his heels. The young man walked
with an imperceptible limp. He was thin as men are thin who have lived
hard and who have overcome tremendous obstacles. He was tanned as men
are browned who have come from eastern and extreme southern countries.
Pitchouné looked with indifference upon the many dogs. He did not stir
from his master's side. When Sabron was quiet, the little animal stood at
attention; he was a soldier's dog. He could have told dog stories to those
insignificant worldly dogs—could have told of really thrilling adventures.
His brown eyes were pathetic with their appeal of affection as they looked
up at his beloved master. He had a fund of experience such as the poodles
and the terriers led by their owners, could not understand. Therefore
Pitchouné was indifferent to them. Not one of those petted, ridiculous house
dogs could have run for miles in the dark across an African desert, could
have found the regiment and fetched relief to his master. Pitchouné was
proud of it. He was very well satisfied with his career. He was still young;
other deeds of valor perhaps lay before him—who can tell? At any rate, he
had been shown about at the ministry of war, been very much admired, and
he was a proud animal.
When Sabron spoke to him he leaped upon him and wagged his tail.
After a few moments, as the two stood near the exit of an allée leading to
one of the grand avenues, Pitchouné slowly went in front of his master and
toward two ladies sitting on a bench in the gentle warmth of the May
sunlight. Pitchouné, moved from his usual indifference, gave a short bark,
walked up to the ladies, and began to snuff about their feet. The younger
lady exclaimed, and then Sabron, lifting his hat, came forward, the crimson
color beating in his dark tanned cheeks.
"It's nearly noon," she said, "and you don't forget that you have
promised to lunch with us, do you, Monsieur le Capitaine?"
Sabron, bending over her hand, assured her that he had not forgotten.
Then his eyes traveled to her companion. Miss Redmond wore a very
simple dress, as was her fashion, but the young officer from Africa who had
not seen her near by until now and who had only caught a glimpse of her
across the opera-house, thought that he had never seen such a beautiful
dress in all his life. It was made of soft gray cloth and fitted her closely, and
in the lapel of her mannish little buttonhole she wore a few Parma violets.
He recognized them. They had come from a bunch that he had sent her the
night before. He kissed her hand, and they stood talking together, the three
of them, for a few moments, Pitchouné stationing himself as a sentinel by
Miss Redmond's side.
The Marquis d'Esclignac rose. The young girl rose as well, and they
walked on together.
"Mes enfants," said the Marquise d'Esclignac, "don't go with your usual
rush, Julia. Remember that Monsieur de Sabron is not as strong as Hercules
yet. I will follow you with Pitchouné."
But she spoke without knowledge of the dog. Now feeling that some
unwonted happiness had suddenly burst upon the horizon that he knew,
Pitchouné seemed suddenly seized with a rollicking spirit such as had been
his characteristic some years ago. He tore like mad down the path in front
of Sabron and Miss Redmond. He whirled around like a dervish, he dashed
across the road in front of automobiles, dashed back again, springing upon
his master and whining at the girl's feet.
Pitchouné ran to the side of the road, disappeared into a little forest all
shot through with light. He came back, bringing the remains of an old
rubber ball lost there by some other dog, and laid it triumphantly in front of
Miss Redmond.
HAPPINESS
Brunet surveyed his master from the tip of his shining boots to his sleek
fair head. His expressive eyes said: "Monsieur le Capitaine is looking well
to-night."
Brunet had never before given his master a direct compliment. His eyes
only had the habit of expressing admiration, and the manner in which he
performed his duties, his devotion, were his forms of compliment. But
Sabron's long illness and absence, the fact that he had been snatched from
death and given back to the army again, leveled between servant and master
the impassable wall of etiquette.
Sabron smiled. At no time in his simple life did Brunet ever conceal the
most trifling emotion—his simple face revealed all his simple thoughts.
Sabron said heartily: "Your control was very fine, indeed."
Brunet's curiosity was very strong and as far as his master was
concerned he had been obliged to crush it down. To himself he was saying:
"Monsieur le Capitaine is on the eve of some great event. When will he
announce it to me? I am sure my master is going to be married."
Pitchouné, from a chair near by, assisted at his master's toilet, one
moment holding the razor-strop between his teeth, then taking the clothes
brush in his little grip. He was saying to himself: "I hope in the name of rats
and cats my master is not going out without me!"
"Monsieur le Capitaine," said the servant, his simple face raised to his
master's, "I am going to be married."
"When one is the eldest son of a widow," said Brunet with a sigh, "and
the eldest of ten children—"
The clock struck the quarter. Sabron knew the story of the widow and
ten children by heart.
"You are not invited," said his master cruelly, and went gaily out, his
sword hitting against the stairs.
* * * * * *
*
"I have had a collar made for Pitchouné; it is of African leather set with
real turquoise."
* * * * * *
*
Later, when the others had left them to themselves in the music-room,
Sabron sat in a big chair by the open window and Julia Redmond played to
him. The day was warm. There was a smell of spring flowers in the air and
the vases were filled with girofles and sweet peas. But Sabron smelt only
the violets in Julia's girdle. Her hands gently wandered over the keys,
finding the tune that Sabron longed to hear. She played the air through, and
it seemed as though she were about to sing the first verse. She could not do
so, nor could she speak.
There was a low chair near the piano and he took it, leaning forward, his
hands clasped about his knees. It had been the life-long dream of this
simple-hearted officer that one day he would speak out his soul to the
woman he loved. The time had come. She sat before him in her
unpretentious dress. He was not worldly enough to know it cost a great
price, nor to appreciate that she wore no jewels—nothing except the flowers
he had sent. Her dark hair was clustered about her ears and her beautiful
eyes lost their fire in tenderness.
He said, not without a certain dignity: "I am quite poor; I have only my
soldier's pay. In Normandy I own a little property. It is upon a hill and looks
over the sea, with apple orchards and wheat fields. There is a house. These
are my landed estates. My manhood and my love are my fortune. If you can
not return my love I shall not thank Tremont for bringing me back from
Africa."
"Why it seems to me you must know how I feel—how can you help
knowing how I feel?"
* * * * * *
*
After a little he told her of Normandy, and how he had spent his
childhood and boyhood in the château overlooking the wide sea, told her
how he had watched the ships and used to dream of the countries beyond
the horizon, and how the apple-blossoms filled the orchards in the spring.
He told her how he longed to go back, and that his wandering life had made
it impossible for years.
He was charming as he sat there holding her hands closely, his fine eyes
bent upon her. Sabron told her things that had been deep in his heart and
mind, waiting for her here so many months. Finally, everything merged into
his present life, and the beauty of what he said dazed her like an enchanted
sea. He was a soldier, a man of action, yet a dreamer. The fact that his hopes
were about to be realized made him tremble, and as he talked, everything
took light from this victory. Even his house in Normandy began to seem a
fitting setting for the beautiful American.
Sabron stopped speaking, his reverie was done, and he was silent as the
intensity of his love for her surged over him. He lifted her delicate hands to
his lips. "It is April now," he said, and his voice shook, "it is spring now, my
love."
* * * * * *
*
At Julia's side was a slight touch. She cried: "Pitchouné!" He put his
paws on her knees and looked up into her face.
"Brunet has brought him here," said Sabron, "and that means the good
chap is attending to his own love-making."
Julia laid her hand on Pitchouné's head. "He will love the Normandy
beach, Charles."
"He will love the forests," said Sabron; "there are rabbits there."
On the little dog's head the two hands met and clasped. "Pitchouné is the
only one in the world who is not de trop," said Julia gently.
Sabron, lifting her hand again to his lips, kissed it long, looking into her
eyes. Between that great mystery of the awakening to be fulfilled, they
drew near to each other—nearer.
Pitchouné sat before them, waiting. He wagged his tail and waited. No
one noticed him. He gave a short bark that apparently disturbed no one.
Pitchouné had become de trop.
Pitchouné lay down before the fireless hearth, his head forward on his
paws, his beautiful eyes still discreetly turned away from the lovers. He
drew a long contented breath as dogs do before settling into repose. His
thrilling adventures had come to an end. Before fires on the friendly hearth
of the Louis XIII château, where hunting dogs were carved in the stone
above the chimney, Pitchouné might continue to dream in the days to come.
He would hunt rabbits in the still forests above the wheat fields, and live
again in the firelight his great adventures on the desert, the long runs across
the sands on his journey back to France.
THE END
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