All Means All
Cross of Gold. Square Deal. Four Freedoms. Ask Not What Your Country Can Do For You. We Worship an Awesome God in the Blue States.
And now, perhaps joining them: All Means All.
I was there, too.
She wore in her hair a brave prairie rose.
Her gold chums cut her, for that was not the pose.
No Gibson Girl would wear it in that fresh way.
But we were fairy Democrats, and this was our day. —Vachel Lindsay