HAIL, ye frenzied creatures, antic, mask-like figures, Shouting gibberish symbols, wheat and corn and cotton. Lo, the whole world is a maniac vision, Worm-eaten by black hopes and wriggling poisonous alarms; Neither flesh nor blood nor God nor devil, One great brazen throat and dollar-signs for arms. Hail, ye frenzied creatures, ’Tis a blue autumn morn! And did ye ever walk among the rustling rows of corn?
– Florence Wilkinson Evans (early 20th c.)