Hankies, There is a Need for Hankies!

Today I make a plea for the return of the handkerchief, especially for men.  I miss it.  I miss turning to my husband, in the middle of a tear jerker movie and whispering, "Dear, do you have a hankie?"  And he, with a flourish magically pulls one out of his pocket, snaps it open with a flip of his wrist and presents it to me just in time to stem the flow of the waterworks.  The Hanky denotes chivalry, making him my knight in shining armor, aiding a damsel in distress.
You just can't get the same feeling from a disposable soft tissue paper nose wipe.
I grew up with hankies  in my house.  My Dad's hankies were always very large white squares, that on occasion, would have his initial embroidered in one corner.  If I remember correctly, those were the extra special hankies that Dads always got for Christmas from their kids, it was either hankies in the box with the see-though lid (you got to see the initial ) or they got the annual ugly Christmas tie. 
The first thing I was ever taught to iron was my Dad's hanky.  Learning along the way that it probably is not a good idea to place your entire hand against the face of the iron to see if it was ready to go.  The hanky was the first thing I really learned to fold.  As a kid I never got tired of ironing them, stacking them, admiring my expertise as a hanky ironer.
I can understand how the hanky went out of fashion, and Kleenex, the hanky killer, came to rule the day, but it seems to me  that men no longer carry hankies, nor do they have a ready supply of Kleenex.
On a recent flight, there was a man who definitely was in the need of a hanky.  Throughout the trip, he continuously, loudly tried to snuff back the mucus that quite obviously was wanting desperately to escape his nasal passages.  Listening to that for more than 2 hours made me want to lean over and offer him  the shirt sleeve of the man seated next to me.  Hanky, it was quite obvious that the man needed a hanky! 
Kleenex has replaced the hanky, however, I have not met many men who carry small packages of Kleenex around with them.  So, every married man I know has becomme dependent on their wives' purses, which I must say, do seem to have a never ending supply of Kleenex, or whatever medicinal need is required.  I don't ever think anyone has asked a man, "Hey would you happen to have a couple of aspirins?"  Chances are if you ask a woman, not only would she have aspirin, should most likely would ask you if you would prefer Advil, or perhaps even Tylenol.
I am a proponent of the revival of the hanky.  Men should think of it as the opportunity to really score points with the ladies, and at the same time, be available when sniffling, sneezing, dripping, noses are disturbing every passenger on a flight.