Judge, 1929-04-06 · page 11 of 36
Judge — April 6, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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# Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains three satirical pieces: **Top cartoon**: Shows a ghostly "Alma Mater" (university spirit) materializing to scold students who've been singing about her. The satire mocks college nostalgia and the gap between idealized university memories and reality. **"Spring Fever" illustration**: A park scene depicting young people lounging and playing, satirizing springtime behavior and youthful leisure. **"Parker's Panacea"**: A dark comic poem by Arthur L. Liverance about a man named Parker driven to suicide by relentless parking restrictions. The joke is grimly ironic: conflicting "don't park" rules—by waterspouts, parks, during day/night, near various urban features—create such anxiety that Parker poisons himself. The final line "Now he's parked for good" is a pun on death/permanent parking. This satirizes early automobile-era urban regulation chaos and bureaucratic absurdity, rendered as tragicomedy.
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