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THE CURB-BROKERS by FLORENCE WILKINSON EVANS

First Line: HAIL, YE FRENZIED CREATURES, ANTIC, MASK-LIKE FIGURES
Last Line: AND DID YE EVER WALK AMONG THE RUSTLING ROWS OF CORN?
Subject(s): BROKERS; BUSINESS; STOCK EXCHANGE; WALL STREET, NEW YORK CITY; BUSINESSMEN; BUSINESSWOMEN;
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.
@3Hail, ye frenzied creatures,@1
'Tis a blue autumn morn!
And did ye ever walk among the rustling rows of corn?



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