Tribune July 3 49 Sets Europe Schools Tour Howard B. Gundersen, president, Salt Lake area vocational school, 431 6th East, will leave Monday for a three month assignment with the army as visiting expert on vocational education in several European countries. To be headquartered in Germany, Mr. Gundersen will tour training centers in U. S. occupied Germany, Italy, Holland, France and Scandinavia. He will offer suggestions for improving technical training programs and report on the overall effectiveness of those he studies. On leave of absence as president of the Salt Lake school, Mr. Gundersen was director of state trade and industrial education for 11 years prior to accepting the vocational school presidency about 15 months ago. He was a professor of education at Pennsylvania State college before entering the employ of Utah. During World War n, Mr. Gundersen received a number of special assignments from the armed services to establish war production training courses. He also has received several foreign assignments, including one to organize the first vocational training program in Paraguay three years ago. On the European tour, he will be tinder orders of the overseas branch, civilian personnel division, office of the secretary of the army. ABOUT TAXES Theres only two things in this life of which were sure, they say, One is death, and the other the taxes we must pay. If you should chance to have a job and earn a little dough, As soon as you collect it, for taxes it must go. Theres taxes on the highways, with extra for the turns; Theres taxes on your auto and on the gas it burns. Theres luxury tax, and income tax, and sales taxes galore, Theres state tax and federal tax, and a half a million more. These taxes are all painful, but the one to make you groan Is that pesky county tax on your farm and home. Dont remodel the old shack, nor mend that broken door, Nor fix the roof so it wont leak, or your taxes will be more. Turn your kids barefooted till the snow begins to fly; And save in every way you can cause your taxes are so high. Dont buy your wife a bonnet nor take her to the show, Every penny you can scrape must now for taxes go. The poor forlorn old farmer with the hayseeds in his hair; Toothless and with shrunken gums and his trousers worn threadbare; Hitches up his bony nags and plods day after day, Digging a few cents from the earth so he can taxes pay. He long ago has given up all thought of luxuries, He cannot now afford to buy the bare necessities. How can the poor taxpayer live? Yet he cant afford to die Because the tax on coffins is entirely too high. By Fay Alvey, Escalante, Utah.