Norwich Bulletin Newspaper, July 17, 1913, Page 9

Thursday, July 17 . < Rules for Young Writers. 1. Write plainly on one side of the Use ::l“m“ u:‘mw. pen an no and pointed articles will be given Do not use over l&z ‘words. Original stories or letters only 'lil be used, Write your name, age and ad- dress plainly at the bottom of the Address all communications to Un- cle Jed, Bulletin 0& “Whatever you are—Be that; Whatever you say—Be uue Straightforwardly act, Be honest—in fact, Be nobody else but you.” A Daisy Mutiny. By Georgia G. Winkler. Down by a merry, gurgling brook, Where the blue-bells softly pealed, There was once a daisy riot In old Farmer Taylor's field. The daisies claimed the woods and lanes Were theirs in Nature's sight. Golden grain by the farmer’s hand Was planted from left to right. Now, they came up from year to year, And covered the good old earth With a cloak white, like fallen snow, So wasn’t it theirs by birtn? Jack-in-the-Pulpit heard their One beautiful night in June. He said: M"y comrades, do not fret; For I will consult the moon, claim Alas, for the daisies! Farmer Jokn Of their great mutiny knew, He sent a man with a sickle sharp And cut their white camp right through. Down in old Farmer Taylor's field, By the gurgling Brooklet’s. side, Like soldiers brave and comrades true, The poor little daisies died. MY DAY, By Morgan Shepard. 1 wonder where the Days all go, And what makes Other Days? Some hurry by, and Some are slow But not One ever stays. T wish T knew a way to keep | A long and Happy Day: But when I sleep they always creep So silently away. I'd_like to keep a Day with me— The One that was the best; THE WIDE AWAKE CIRCLE Boys and Girls Department And then I'd know why Some are slow ‘While Others rush away. LETTERS OF ACKNOWLEDGMENT. Winifred Briggs of Packer—I was surprised apd pleased with my book, Mother Nature Stories, which I re- ceived yesterday. Lucy A. Carter, of Scotland—I thank you many times for the book I re- celved last week. I have begun to read it. I think it is very nice so far. Margaret Somers, of Norwich—I thank you very much for the lovely prize book you gave me. 1 was so encouraged that I will write again soon. Prize-Book Winners. 1— Edna Calkins, of Kissimmee, Tla. —Sue, by Mig. L. T. Meade. 2—Stanley Dickinson, of Town, A Handbook for Boys. 3—Florence Whyte, of Willimantic, Daddy’s Girl, by Mrs. L. T. Meade. 4— Minnie Lubofsky, of Norwich— A Sweet Girl Graduate, by Mrs. L. T. Meade. 5—Ella E. Nye, of South Covent The School of Queens, by Mrs. L. Meade. Norwich T 6—Earl Johnson, of Uncasville--The Motor Boat Club of Florida, by H. Irv- ing Hancock. 7—John Barnett, of Jewett City— Uncle Sam’s Boys on Field Duty, by H. Irving Hancock. 8—Lillian Brehaut, of East Norwich, N. Y.,—Wild Kitty, by ‘Mrs. L. T. Meade. Winners of books living in the city may call at the Bulletin business of- fice for them at any hour after 10 a. m, Thursday. STORIES WRITTEN BY WIDE- The Bladder-Wrack. I dare say that you would like to know something about the sea-weed which you may find on the shore; so 1 am now going to describe one of those which you are almost certain to meet with. The bladder-wrack grows on rocks in great masses. After every storm enormous quantities of it are torn off and flung upon the beach. Then the farmers send down their wagons to carry it away. After it has been piled up in heaps it rots and the farmers are only too glad to be able to spread it over their fields. This plant is called the “bladder- wrack” because of the odd little oval bladders filled with air which are It _would maybe just let me see ‘What happens to the rest, 3f I could only hide behind The Day I loved, and peek; It wouldn’t mind if I should find How days can make a Week. And I would take him by the hand, And he and I would go To Sunrise and where Days all stand | Just waiting in a row. And T would see the Hours grow To make my dearest Day; found in the leaves, and which expiode with a slight report if you tread up- on them, or squeeze them. LILLIAN BREHAULT, (Age 15.) East Norwich, N. Y. The Story an Old Shoe Told. “Here goes,” said a small boy as he was about to throw an old shoe into a box of rubbish. “Not so fast. Not so fast,” he heard some one say. He looked all about, but could see no one. Again he heard the volce. “We have been friends a long time,” OUT UNDER CHIP'S TRICK. ‘ In a snug bit of a home, under a gray old stump that stood at the foot of a thickly wooded hill lived with} his father and mother frisk little Chip, Chip and the other Yeung squirrels in the neighborhood were fond of having a race over the stumps and rocks, up the trees, from limb to limb and branch to branch, until they were tired and far from Squirreltown. Then they would stop to rest, eat nuts and chatter about their frolic. One afternoon, when Chip reached home after one of these fly-away trips, he found his mother in great distress because his father, who had gone out in the morning for a short time, had not returned. “Don’t worry,’ 'chirped Chip, ‘TNl find him,” and off he went. He meant what he sald, too, for the thought that his father was really gone made no impression in his funny Jittle head. At dusk he came back subdued and alone but half expecting to find his father there, One glance at his mother showed Chip that he must provide for her. so the next day ke began. Long before he had enough food gathered, the nuts near by were gone; then he had to take longer journeys from home. He ran far beyond the top of the hill one day and discovered a great white house and across the road from it a smaller one filled with corn. Chip sat up just where he was when he canght sight of the coveted treas- ure. and then with a chirp he skipped | Dbusily | to the corn-crib. He was stowing the grain in his side pockets when he was pounced on by a great fury, lifted off of his feet and carried to the big white house. There he was dropped at the feet of a smaller fury that seized him in a twinkling and ran with him into a large vard. Taking a hasty glance at his surroundings, Chip discovered that bhe conld readily make his escape by way of a tree that stood near if he eould manage to get out of that raturv's mouth. He wiggled to twist imself out of the Kkitten's grasp, whereupon puss dropped him and cuff- ed his ears. Chip sprang for the tree. but the kitten sprang for him and caught him, too. The foolish puss did not see what he was trying to do, however, and =0 do not think it worth $100 REWARD $100. The readers of this paper will be pleased 1o learn that there is at least one dreaded disease that science has been able to cure in all {ts stages, and that is Catarrh. Hall's Catarth Cure is the only positive cure now known to the medical fraternity. Catarrh being constitutional disease, requires a constitutional treatment. i's Ca- tarrh Cure is taken internally, acting directly upon the blood and 'mucous surfaces of the system, thereby des- troying the foundation of the disease, an gsvlnx.tha patient strength by building up the constitution and as- sisting nature in doing its worx{ Tlt:e n its SUNNY SKIES while to take hi; oy m further from the “Only one more chance like that,” thought the squirrel, twitching his whiskers, “and Tll skow you a trick. The kitten dropped him again. Away went Chip up the tree, the surprised and unthinking puss follow. ing with her stretched-out nose close at the end of Chick’s tail. Quickly he led her out out on a small branch, out, out beyond her weight ;then. as the cat fell down, Chip sprang up, landed in another tree, and resched the top soon enough to see the out- maneuvered cat on the ground just where she had struck, her tail twitch- ing and her eyes fixed in a comically bewildered stare on the swaying branch where their ways had, to her, 80 unexpectedly parted. THE PIG BROTHER. There was once a little boy who was untidy. He left his books on the fioor and his muddy boots on the table, He was really very untidy. One day'the Tidy Angel went into his nursery. “This will never do, the angel. “This room is too untid a boy to live in. You must g0 cut and stay with your brother, I will put away your playthings and sweep the floor.” z ‘I have no brother!” said the child. “Yes you have,” said the angel, “You may not know him, but he will know | you. Go out in the garden and watch for him. He will soon come.” “I haven't any brother,” said the child. But he went out into the garden all the same, Very soon a squirrel came along, whisking his tail. “Are you my broth. er?” asked the child. The . squirrel looked at him with his litfle bright eyes. No, indeed!” he haid. “My fur is clean and smooth, my nest is well | made, and I am teaching my ones to gather nuts, How can you ask such a question?” He whisked off, and the child waited. In a little while a little wren came hopping by. “Are you my brother? ’asked the child. “No, in- deed,” said the wren. “You will find no ige in the garden tidier than T am. Not a feather is out of place, and my brother—the very idea!” away and the child waited. By and by a large tommy cat came along. “Are you my brother?” asked the child. “Go back and look i your- self in the glass,” said the toramy cat “and you will know well enough. T have been washing myself in the sun all the morning. There i8 no one dirty as you are in my family. I am happy to say.” He walked on, waving his_tail, and the child walted, Very soon a pig came trotting along, “Hello, brother!” he nted. “I am not your brother,” sald the child. “Oh, yes you are!” said the pig. “I know you must live in the pigpen In the orchard, “Come: along and have a good roll with me in the barnyard. There is some lovely black mud there.” “I don't like to roll in mud,” said the child. “Tell that to the hens,” sald the pig broth- er. “Look at your hands, and your shoes, and your_ coat. “Come along I say. You may have some of my supper if there is more He hopped proprietors have so much faith curative powers that they offer One Hundred llars for any case that it falle to cure. Bend for list of testi- 18, O iress ¥. J. CHENDY & €O, TOLE- s’olghdo' all Druggists, 75c. Take Hall's Family Pills for consti- pation. The King of All Laxatives, For constipation, headaches, indiges. tion and dyspepsia, use Dr, King's New Life Pills. Paul Mathul of Buffalo, N. Y, says they are the “King of all laxatives. They are a blessing to all my family and always keep = box a home” Get a box and get well. Price 25c. Reccommended by & Osggod than I want.” “I don’t want any of Your supper,” said the little boy, and he began to cry, Just then the Tidy Angel came out. “Your playroom 1is clean, now,” she said, “It must stay so. Will you go with your pig brother or with me and be a tidy chfid'l" “With you, with yo eried ohild, and he chm{ to the angel's dress, The bpig rother grunted. “There will be all the more supper for me,” he said, and he irotted on, It you want to be a tidy child keep yourself elean and nies, i you want to be an untidy child keep yourseif diriy, For my part 1 had rather be & tidy child, weuldn't veu, ESTELLE NANCE, the for | | was ten y little | it sald. “Hew well I remember the first time_you tried me on. It was in Brown’s Shoe Store in Hartford. When 1 saw you looking at me in the win- dow, I'could hardly help jumping for joy at the thought of a few Master. You had no idea of the many dreadful tortures I had undergone before I was bought by your mother. To begin with I was part of the skin of a cow who was galloping about the grassy plains. 1 led a very pleasant life there, but one day & man came and with him the end of my happy days. to a tannery where I was put into a hemlock bath. When I was taken from this I was laid in the sun to dry. Here I lay for'many days, and at last was taken to a factory. The next I knew I was in the store ready for use. Now, before I am buried forever it is pleasant to think that some one knows my story. MARION KNOLTON GIFFORD, ‘Willimantic. One Evil Act Leads to Others. usually kind and gentle. So he lived happily. One day as he sat down to his table a fly came buzzing around his head and finally landed on his nose. The king brushed him off. Then the fly stopped on the arm of the king's chair 1 his hand down “whack,” but the fly escaped. It hurt the king’s hand not a little, but he was still more angry than he was hurt. the king’s soup, saying very humbly that it was burned. “Burned,” thun- dered the king,” what right have you to bring me burned soup?? This made the servant feel bad and also angry. When he went into the kitchen the cook by accident dropped a little hot water on the servant’s hand. The servant made still more angry screaned: “What are you try- ing to do?” scald me to death.” Just then the gardener’s daughter came in with a plant for the cook. As she came in the door she stumbled and got dirt all over the floor. neared the house her ihree-year-old brother came to see what was the matter, and, being angry she slapped The boy Jay down on the ground crying. His friend, the dog, seeing him in trouble came to see what was the matter and received a Kkick for his pains. Just then the fly came buzzing around the dog and was killed. Moral: One unkind thing or one small unkind word may make a lot of misery and bad feeling. LOREN NICHOLS GAVITT, (aged 13) Westerly, R. L Last week we talked about trees and you may have gotten ‘the impres- sfon that the big red-wood trees which were 500 years old when the Saviour wes born at Bethlehem, must be the | oldest trees on earth, but they are not. | There are cypress trees in Mexico | that are older. At Santa Maria del Tule there is a cypress tree which is believed to be the oldgst tree on earth. Of this cedar tree a writer says: It was old when Europe was a wilder- ness and England a savage isle. It is older than any monument made by human hands; beside it the prya- mids are young, the temples of Kar- | nek and Luxor, even the sculptured | bricks of Birs Nimrod. The giant sequoias of California were found by John Muir to have lived but 32,000 years, mere habes compared‘l to the cypress of Santa del Tule. $ It seems as if the trees are the | longest-lived of all the things God ful. They form a very interesting stu and to be able to recognize a tree by its form as one passes a forest is | pleasing as to be able to tell a bird by its song. | “How We Spent the Fourth.” Friday, July 4th, we all stayed at home in the morning and fired off fire- | crackers; but in the afternoon we went to the bean-feast. It s ev dent that the cook wasn't from New England because the beans were not baked very much—were very soft and full of pepper! After we had eaten all we cared for we went to the dock to see the swim- ming races. One of the boys in my grade at school won a prize. They also had a “slippery pole” with a bacon on the end. The boy who reached the end of the | pole without falling off got the bacon. Finally a boy reached the end and took his prize; and a ham was put on. The same boy got it, too. We then took a hoat ride down the lake in .the “Lille,” past several is- lands and back to the dock. pointed to find that the baseball game When we reached it we were disap- between the “Fats and Leans” had been called off, so we did not remain any longer. e EDNA CALKINS, (aged 13.) Kissimmee, Fla. A Sad Acoident. Once upon a time there was a little boy whose name was Frank and he s old. He was the only | child and lived with his father on a farm. His father owned twenty head of cattle, three horses and a .flock of | sheep. The boy every summer had to pick apples. Once when he was up ‘n a large tree picking apples he fell and got caught in a lower branch and broke his leg. He was taken to many doctors, but none could help him; and after a while they toolk him to a doctor in Boston, and the doctor did what he could for him, and told his mother that he wouid | have to have some crutches. 88gs are smooth and beautiful. Your | So his mother got him some crutch. | es. and he was left a cripple for the rest of his life. ETHEL CLARK, Age. 12, Norwich. LETTERS TO UNCLE JED. An Interesting Puzzie. Dear Uncle Jed: Perhaps some of the Wige-Awakes will enjoy working out this interesting puzale. Hidden in each sentence is the name of a vegetable, flower, or a necessity or help in making the garden. swer to the first is “harrow.” 1. As a relish arrowroot pudding may be said to “take the cake.” 2. Why not give father a dish of cream? 3. If you want to please Ed send him some rhubarb. 4. There was a hush o'er all the scene. 5. When you empty the pans your work is done. 6. Ugh! He held dead snake, 7. The deacon’s prayers are path- etic. 8. Let us look over Akenside's rules for reading. 9. We can take a wheel and go in five minutes. 10. We will visit Boston, the dear Hub, Arbor day. in his grasp a 11. The queer name, Eros, escaped my memory. 12, Do they keep Ink-stands for sale? JESSIE L. BREHAUT, Age 15. East Norwich, N. Y. What the White Bird Was. Dear Uncle Jed: 1 enjoved the prize i I was taken from the cow and then (aged 12) | Once there was a king who was un- | and lifting his arm the king brought | Just then the waiter came in with | “Go home,” screamed the cook in a | great rage. / The girl went, sobbing. As she bis face. | has created and possibly the most use- | | | named Mr. David H. Fanning. He h | oven; The an- | PINPLES COVERED ENTIRE BODY Spread to Head and Formed Thick i Crust. Burning ltching As If On Fire. Scratched Day and Night, Cuticura Soap and Ointment Cured in Two Months, —_— 20 Grace St Springfleld, Mass. ~= *When my little boy was born he had a | clean and clear skin, but at-the end of a month I perceived that he was breaking out on the forchead and left - arm with a quantity of red pimples which discharged and spread until they cov- ered his entire body. It spread rapidly to his head and formed a thick crust -3 which discharged. The trouble caused him a burning itching as if he were on fire. He began to scratch until the blood flowed in abundance; he scratched day and night without being able to sleep. 1 kept his hands, arms and legs bandaged for a year. You can imagine what a grieved | mother I was. “I tried three treatments which did not afford him any relief. He scratched himself until he was three years old. It was then 1 commenced to use Cuticura Soap and Omtment. At the first application I per- ceived that the itching was not so intense so I continued with assurance. At the end of two months my child was entirely cured.” (Signed) Mrs. Ulderic Auclair, Mar. 31, 1913. Cuticura Soap 25¢. and Cuticura Ointment 50c. are sold everywhere. Liberal sample of each mailed free, with 32-p. Skin Book. Ad- dress post-card * Cuticura, Dept. T, Boston.”" #A@~Men who shave and shampoo witlyCu~ ticura Soap will find it best for skin and scalp, book you sent me ve much. There has been a pair of bluebirds nesting in our orchard for three years, This year they had their choifce of three boxes, and took the one in a pear tree and raised five birds. When the bluebirds were first look- ing for a place to build, the female wanted to bufld in a box in the open and the male in one in a tree, so the made a compromise. The first r was in the tree and the second in open, Now the same pair are buildir in the third box. Five birds were hatchel each time and I hope there will be fiv birds in this hatch. I think Bernice Green's was a snow bunting. STANLEY DICKINSON, Age 11, Norwich Town. white bird Keeping Up the Supply of Berries. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought [ would write and -tell you and the Wide- Awakes what I've been doing the pa week. I've been trying to keep ply of berries for the table, strawberry plantsg that father last fall were all washed a heavy rains in the fall and winter 1 Wwe miss them very much, for we had lots and lots of strawberries last year. My brother and I used to keep the table in strawberries and we had quite a few to sell, also. Mother put up about forty glasses of lovely straw- berry jam and it tasted good on our bread for lunch at school. I am sending my recipe for One Egg Cake—One cup of sugar, ege, tablespoons butter, 1 gg, 2 cup of cups flour, 2 teaspoons bakinz er. FLORENCE A. WHYTE, Age 9. Willimantic. The Best Time of Her Life. Dear Uncle Jed: I went visiting my auntie’s last week and had best time I ever had in my 1 saw the best roses I ever were about three hundred f othy Perkins roses on an to the arbor. day I went down lake and went on sat down on a rust the pret the pink, yello were imported lil There was a bed of large dendrons and a lovely walk all around rhodo- it. People came from miles away see these beautiful roses, lake other things. HLLA E. NYE, Age 11. South Coventry to and Mr. David Fanning's Tame Squirrels, Dear Uncle Jed: Near my home in Worcester, Mass., there lives a man four squirrels, They come down my house and take nuts out of hand, then go hide them and back for more, When they see or hear a cat dog they run up a tree and hide, Sometimes boys passing on the way to school throw stones and scare them. One day my mother left the door wide after awhile we saw a squirrel had come in the hail and was loot in_the door. I miss the squirrels very much, for I am visiting my grandma and grand pa, Mr. and Mrs. N. Johnson, of Montville Centre. EARL JOHNSON, A Uncasville, Conn. to my come [ ge 10. Saved by a Dog. Dear Uncle Jed: I thought I would write and tell about a dog that saved a fisherman. One afternoon a fisherman was skeep- ing in his boat near the wharf, when just as the tide was turning and the water began to ebb the boat from its moorings and drifted away. slept on while the boat was caught un- All with water. But, fortunately, dog with him in the the boat, Tt threatened its s gan to tug & gently scratched his eeping maste: face. escape from arowning FLORENCE MADLEY, Age 12. Lebanon. What "He Saw in New York. { Dear Uncle Jed: One day while W in Brooklyn my I saw many animals. kinds of birds, deer many other creatures. Brooklyn bridge. Another day my cousin took m Prospect park. This is a very I park. After walking through the pa we went to a museum. many beautiful pons and tools with, the dolls the In- dian children made; wagon they used and eton of a whale. JOHN BARNETT. Age 12. Jewett City. a large skel- How the President Is Elected. Dear Uncle Jed: In my letter T am going to tell you how the presi- dent of the United States is elected. Every four years the state electors broke It was carried along so silently by the tide that the man was not aroused, but der the bow of a barge and began to man had his and the faithful animal saw the danger w'h:ch { be - t the collar of his coat and By these means it succeeded in waking him, and the man was able to save the boat and cousin took my sister and me to Central Park. Thefs There were all ison, a hippo- potamus, a rhinoceros, alligators, leo- pards, an owl, a vulture, monkeys and On our way home we passed over to There I saw pictures and statues, the stone the Indians made their wea- and I also saw a | | are chosen. first Tuesday in November. The state electors meet in thelr re spective states on the second Mond: in January and the state electors vote by ballot for president and vice pres- ident. After the state electors finisn voting they make a certificate of thel vote and send it to the president of the senate. | The senate and the house of repre- | on the second Wel- nesday in February and the president of the senate opens the votes before both houses and declares who has been j chosen president and who vice pres- ident of the United States. MINNIE SUBOFSKY, Age 14, Norwich. Dear Uncle Jed: You and the Wid=- S I bave forgotten or forsaken the Circle, but if you knew how hard I have been working in school the past six months I think you would forgive me. Graduation was the eighteenth of June and, of course, before that time I was very busy. The day after grad- uation we had a picnic at Lake Wam panbaug which we all enjoyed very much. T wonder how many of the Wide- Awake: re going to enter high school in the fall. My sister and I expect to after attending the Model school in ‘Willimantic for three v RUTH BERNICE M'CT LLOM, Age 14. Mansfield Depot. A Good Time at Woonsocket. Dear Uncle Jed: I enjoyed reading the Wide-Awake letters about their visits. he most interes place for me was Woonsocket. When I came I went off the train. T walked the city and had a good time At night T rode home. T byve” to my uncle. Then f to the depot. In half an hour the came in. My father and I went board, and we were Off. PAULINE ABRASON, Age 3. Norwich. SINGULARITIES. “Essence o'Orien from which arti- ficial pearls are made, is produced from the brilliant scales of the ablet, or blay, a small fish with a green back and a required to produce a pound of scales, which in turn gives a pound of the essence. The price pound. About the temperature Protect | Yourself I ge!l the famous ite belly,.and about 4,000 are quarter of a of the scales varies from $1.75 to $2.10 a 1656 this essence was applied to Mttle balls of plaster, but and the damp heat of the human body modified the ad- | hesive qualities of the pearly matter and caused changes of color. It we g B A % Carpenters They are chosen on the ]in 1680 that a Parisian, named Jac- quin, invented a method of covering small glass balls with the same es- sence, thus producing the first practi- i cal artificial pearls. | Though the natives rejoice when- | ever a lion is killed, intelligent Afri- {can farmers do not take the same view { of the matter, protesting that the_lion |18 really a great help, killing other | animals which prey on the planted | crops. In one season, it is asserted '350 lions were slain, and this number, it is estimated, would have been re- | sponsible for probably, 30,000 zebras ! and antelopes, witich destroy waluable | crops as fast as the farmer can plant |and grow them. The agriculturists | declare that if the lions are left un- !slnughtered for a few years, they will so reduce the crop destroyers that lfflrming will yield large profits. To such an extent has frozen hare industry developed that the government has been asked to lend assistance in order that a greater quantity of supplies may be secured. Announcement is made that the pri cipal difficulty*is the lack of trappers. France is a ready market, having tak en 360,000 frozen hares this season. The preserved hares have taken prem- jums at the exhibitions in Paris, Nap- les, Liege, London and Rome. Great Britain alone imports over 50,000,000 pounds of frozen rabbits annually. Argentines | Attar of Roses. A trade journal announces that, ow- ing to the war, the price of attar of roses has gone up to an unprecedented figure, and is likely to remain so for a long time to come. The war is not the only cause of the upheaval; some part of it is due to the failure of the rose crop owing to last year’'s inclement summer. White and red Troses are grown in Bulgaria, and the white, though much easier to cultivate, give s much oil of an inferfor Twenty-five to thirty-five f rose leaves are distilled with nds ove five times their weight of water, till some twenty-five pounds weight of pour a obtainmed. - About eight or h lots are mixed and redistil- with long necks, in collects standing. One s obtained :from about = s, or 3000 varies in accordin dis which th pound of million and a pound weigh | odor and pt The pure oil perties, oil, don Morning Post ma, rosa The Union of Boilerm {land has, by a referendum e cided to withdraw from the Labor | party. Malted & vt v KEENA There is a great .variety of Cm-j:enten tools 'on the market but there is only one comip! brand made for guality, that is the r=ason we REENKUTTER Brand. The R SOTR Trade Msrk or the words KZ58 RUFISR on any toci.ave am abscinte guarantee. Buy o tool.under thi:z trand and you will know you are getting the bhes THE HOUSEHOLD Bulletin Building, 74 Franklin Street i