In common with other rural regions much of the Iowa farm lore concerns the coming of company. When the rooster crows in the doorway, or the cat licks his fur, company is on the way.
—For the State of Iowa, U.S. public relief program (1935-1943)
Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust,
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
—Alexander Pope (1688–1744)