Life, 1926-04-01 · page 17 of 46
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**"Easter Parade" Poem:** Arthur L. Leipman's satirical verse mocks the Easter tradition of displaying fashionable new clothing. It catalogs the social pretension surrounding the holiday—wealthy families parading in their finest, servants getting rare days off, and society figures showing off status. The poem's repeated phrases ("Hats—hats," "Clothes—Clothes") emphasize materialism. The final line, "CLOTHES—CLOTHES—WHO THE DEVIL PAYS FOR THEM?" reveals the satire's target: the extravagant spending on Easter finery, particularly questioning who bears the financial burden. **"A New Suburban Problem" Cartoon:** An illustration depicting children playing roughly outside a modest suburban house. The caption suggests conflict between neighbors over children's boisterous behavior—reflecting early-20th-century suburban growth and tensions between residents adjusting to closer living quarters.
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