Parking, Ltd. (1949)

[Orchestra music, from "Fantasia," "The Sorcerer's Apprentice." [Narrator, speaking in voiceover throughout the film] I decided to go to college and in my part of the country, they told me to go West. To the wide-open spaces. Yes, sir, the wide-open spaces. Look at those spaces. Plenty of room to spread out. There's a place for everyone here. And especially if you have a car. Ho-hum. 7:00 a.m., and all's well. 7:15 a.m., and that's all brother. Do you like jam for breakfast? Jam the California brand. Yes, sir, at, ah, UCLA, we have all kinds and varieties of jams. This type, smorgasbord! I should have had my head examined. Gotten a good psychiatrist in New York. Why I could have gotten a nice quiet subway car right to my class. No trouble, no bother, no jam. My, ah, Midwestern friend, Don, had the same idea about going to a Western school. He's a nice fellow. Always takes two or three kids along with him. But not so with Schmo. That hearse of his takes up the room of three cars. And doesn't help the parking situation. But Don's friends don't stick to the bitter end. Oh, no. They have two classes to make. Well, so long Don. Hope you find one. In Siberia. Hey, Don, there's a spot. Oops, sorry. Our mistake. Reserved for the faculty. Well, it looks like we have a full house. Don drew to a straight. Straight to Siberia. The road to Siberia is bumpy and rough. But this isn't what is bothering Don. It's the fact that he's not doing so well in his class. Tardiness doesn't help any. How are you on a five mile dash? Are you a regular Glen Cunningham? Not our friend, Don. Looks like he'll just have to take the course again next semester. Because of a parking lack, a course was lost. Hmm. Honest John can dream can't he. It gets so bad necessity becomes the mother of invention. Some people even send out scouting parties. Now, that the lots are full, the street starts to catch the overflow. Our walkathon boy is starting out to break the cross-country record. Now that the streets have gotten their share of cars. Oh where, oh where to park. American enterprise sure worked overtime to produce all these cars. And they all seem to have found their way to UCLA. Hey! Hey, there's a space! Oh, no. Parking one hour. No parking in driveway. No parking at any time. No, unauthorized street parking. No parking. Parking restricted. No parking, no parking, no parking. And we do mean no parking. Hey, I said no parking. How frustrated can you get. [Orchestra music from "Fantasia," "The Sorcerer's Apprentice."] Well, there goes his English class. Each one of these people represents two-thirds of a car. At the rate the university is growing, soon they will represent one car apiece. There are more and more people. And less and less parking space. A recent survey shows that those traveling less than two miles, comprise eleven percent. From two to four miles equal ten percent. From five to nine miles is fifteen percent. Twenty one percent from ten to fourteen miles. Ten percent from fifteen to nineteen miles. Ten percent from twenty to twenty four miles. Five percent from twenty five to twenty nine miles. And fourteen percent over thirty miles. [Gasp] And we have cars coming from San Berdoo too. Oh well. I didn't want to take that Sociology exam today anyway. So you don't like thirty mile enforced marches. Why don't you go to SC? Not everyone has a car. So some people have to rely on the old reliable. Did I say old reliable? Hey, hey! Hey, wait for me! Tough luck old boy. Try the old green thumb. After seeing this poor fellas plight, we sent a large delegation to the architects office for some answers to the problem. And they found out that they have plans for you. Ouch. There's lots of new buildings going up and lots of parking spaces being reduced all the time. This is our elementary school. Thank the Lord, the kids don't come to school in their kiddie cars. These vehicles got so sick of looking for a place to park, they're making their own. They'll make 'em and the faculty will requisition 'em. Now, this is what the university is supposed to look like in 1960. Remember when Siberia, the upper parking lot was here. Well, it's no longer there. They tore out the lot and they now have a pretty lawn. This is Westwood Boulevard. This lot will hold exactly two oh one cars. Enough for two classrooms full of people. This lot's for all the builders, contractors and tree planners on campus. Park anywhere, anytime. You may never get another chance. This is even out of bounds for SC. Here are some suggestions that may alleviate the acute parking situation. More buses. More University operated dormitories like Hershey Hall. More sorority and fraternity houses. More and better housing facilities on or near campus for veterans and family groups. We could run a shuttle service from the old ice palace parking lot, now owned by the University, in Westwood Village, to the campus at the peak hours. And of course, there is always the smaller car. Smaller and smaller. Look at this. Another small car can fit in here. How small can you get? Small. Smaller. Smaller. Oh, no!