The Rock Island Argus

Those Women Folk.
How Hard Headed Men Estimate Some Things which they don't Understand.
Anybody who has led a domestic life knows how common such things as the headache, and pains in the chest, are among the women who do the work. Often, and perhaps generally, the distresses are borne without much complaint. The women get about, and the machinery of the house goes on. Beyond this, those coarse-grained animals whom New England women call "the men folks," seldom look. So long as their wives or daughters are not actually in bed, under the doctor's care, the average thick skinned husband and father gives the subject no attention. At the same time the poor household drudges—who deserve a better fate—creep around, broom or utensils in hand, up stairs, down stairs and out-of-doors, doing that woman's work, which "is never done." Losses of loved wives and fair girls—losses whose suddenness and unexpectedness astonish those wooden-pated husbands and fathers—fall, seemingly out of a clear sky, and form the logical sequel to the story of neglect. Now, you men who stand at the heads of ten thousand such homes, allow us to drop a word in your receptive ears. If these women of yours are worth having, they are worth saving. That backache, that pain in the chest! What are they but indications of some organic trouble of the kidneys, the heart or the lungs? End it at once by the application of BENSON'S CAPCINE POROUS PLASTER. It will soothe that nervous distress, drive away that pain, banish that dull, weary headache, give new strength to the body and fresh hope to the heart. No other plaster will do this. The Benson's plaster, however, is not made to sell—but to heal. It is a remedy which never yet broke its promise—and never will. Your druggist has it. But before paying your 25 cents and putting the plaster in your pocket, look for the word CAPCINE cut in the middle. Seabury & Johnson, Chemists, New York.