Salesman Says Kruschen the Only Thing
To Keep Him “On His Toes.”

“I am a commercial traveller,” writes a correspondent, “and due to endless travelling by train, I find that I become constipated if I do not keep myself well purged. Kruschen Salts is the only thing that will do this effectively and not interfere with my work. I take a large dose of Kruschen every Saturday night and on Sunday, when I have no work to do, the Salts act on me. On week-days I take a small dose the first thing on rising. It is necessary that I be ‘on my toes’ all through the day, and this is the only way that it possibly can be done. I have tried other laxatives and they have proven to be either unreliable or harsh in their action.”—V.L.

Half of the ills which afflict humanity can be traced to one root cause. That cause is internal sluggishness: failure to keep the inside free from poisonous waste matter. Auto-toxemia, or self-poisoning, is the inevitable penalty.

Kruschen Salts is Nature's recipe for maintaining a condition of internal cleanliness. The six salts in Kruschen stimulate your internal organs to smooth, regular action. Your inside is thus kept clear of those impurities which, allowed to accumulate, lower the whole tone of the system.

But Kruschen has more than this necessary aperient effect upon you: it works directly upon your blood-stream, too, invigorating it so that it floods every fibre of you with tingling energy.

Kruschen Salts is obtainable at all Chemists and Stores at 2/6 per bottle.

There are twenty-nine members of the New Zealand centre of the P.E.N.

Miss Iris Wilkinson (“Robin Hyde”) has written her journalistic reminiscences. They are to be published in book form shortly by an Auckland firm, under the title of “Journalese.”

Mr. Ken Alexander's cartoons in the “Free Lance” show another side of his splendid versatility.

In quoting from Newbold's secondhand book catalogue last issue I mentioned one item, a copy of Thomas Bracken's “Flowers of the Free Lands,” which I said contained an inscription by the author to “Thorpe Talbot,” the pen-name of the wife of Judge J. S. Williams. Unfortunately, although the item was described as stated, I failed to observe an erratum announcement in the catalogue which pointed out that “Judge J. S. Williams” should read “Judge C. D. R. Ward.”