After 37 Years “On the Road”
Now He's Recommending Kruschen.

“It looked as though I was through with my line of work,” writes this salesman. But that was before he had tried Kruschen for his crippling neuritis. Read what he has to say now:—

“Some weeks ago I was so bad with neuritis in the back of my leg that I could scarcely walk. The pain was dreadful. I am a commercial traveller, and it certainly looked as though I was through with my line of work. Then a good friend of mine advised me to take Kruschen Salts, as it had put him right. Well, to tell you the truth, I treated his suggestion as a joke—after all I had tried with different treatments. But I thought there was no harm in trying it anyway. So I took a regular dose of Kruschen every morning up to one week ago, when, I am pleased to say, the pain was completely gone. I have since been taking just the small dose in my coffee every morning. I have mentioned Kruschen Salts to so many of my friends that some of them had come to the conclusion I was selling them! I have been 37 years on the road, and have quite a few friends in this country.”—W.A.D.

The pains of neuritis and sciatica are a symptom of deeper trouble—the same trouble that causes rheumatism, gout and lumbago. They are a sign of an impure blood-stream. They show that poisons have crept into the blood. Kruschen Salts keep the organs of the body working actively so that all clogging impurities are removed from the system. And if you continue with a regular daily dose of Kruschen, there can be no possibility of such poisons accumulating again.

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

‘Burnt Sugar,” by F. E. Baume (Macquarie Head Press, Sydney), is a remarkable novel of the all too brief and tragic life story of a young Australian-born Italian. Mario Zobella spends his boyhood and his early manhood among the sweltering canefields of North Queensland. His extraordinary obsession that he must at all costs disown his nationality and be Australian, in speech, thought and action, incurs the hatred of his mother and his compatriots. He fights through and becomes a well-to-do business man, marries happily, and—well I must not spoil the story. It is a gripping, at times halting narrative, handled at times more as a journalist would write a yarn (with appropriate headlines) for his paper. I do not like Mr. Baumes’ at times vulgar, or shall I say, unconventional realism. There is no denying the fact that he knows how to keep the interest of his readers at a high pitch.