"We Can Trust Her."—By judicious advertising the merits of this remarkable remedy were set forth; and before she was hardly aware of it, she found herself at the head of one of the largest enterprises ever established in this country.
That face so full of character and sympathy, soon after it was first published, years ago, began to attract marked attention wherever it was seen. Women said, "Here is one to whom we can tell our misery, one who will listen to our story of pain, one whom we can fully trust." And so the letters began to arrive from every quarter. Now hundreds of these letters are received every day. More than a hundred thousand were written in a single year. Everyone is opened by a woman, read by a woman, sacredly regarded as written strictly in confidence by one woman to another. Men do not see these letters.
Men Never See Your Letters.—Do you want a strange man to hear all about your particular disease? Would you feel like sitting down by the side of a stranger and telling him all those sacred things which should be known only by women? It isn't natural for a woman to do this; it isn't like her, isn't in keeping with her finer sense of refinement.
No Boys Around.—And then, how would it be when some boy opens the letters, steals time to read a few before they are handed to some other boy clerk to distribute (and probably read) around the office to the various departments? It makes one almost indignant to think how light and trivial these serious matters are so often regarded.
You Write to a Woman.—But when you know your letter is going to be seen only by a woman, one who sympathizes with you, feels sorry for you, knows all about you, how different all this seems.
Confidence Never Violated.—Although there are preserved in the secret files of Lydia E. Pinkham's laboratory many hundreds of thousands of letters from women from all parts of the world, yet in not a single instance has the writer accused Mrs. Pinkham of violating her confidence.
The Largest Experience in the World.—The one thing that qualifies a person to give advice on any subject is experience—experience creates knowledge. No person can speak from a greater experience with female ills nor a greater record of success than Mrs. Pinkham. Thousands of cases come each month, some personally, others by mail; and this has been going on thirty years, day after day, and day after day, thirty years of constant success—think of the knowledge thus gained. Surely women are wise in seeking advice from a woman with such an experience—especially when it is free. If you are ill get a bottle of Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound at once—then write Mrs. Pinkham, Lynn, Mass.
What medical man has ever lived who has prescribed for so many women? What whole corps of physicians in any hospital or medical college has answered so many letters, or treated in any way so many patients?
She Helps Everyone.—No woman ever writes to her for advice without getting help. No matter how rare you think your case may be, she is almost certain to find letters on file asking advice for other cases of the same kind. By special permission of the writers I print a few of the letters showing what cures have been effected. But if the reader could go through these secret files which are never shown, she might hour after hour, day after day, week after week, spend her whole time reading letters, each one telling some special story of rescue from serious illness, intense suffering, or impending death.
The Largest Record of Cures.—The writers of these letters are found in every clime and there is hardly a country in the world without its multitude of grateful women cured by Lydia E. Pinkham's medicines. They have the largest record of absolute cures from female ills known to have been effected by any physician or his medicines.