UTAH WINS Miss Dorothy Carlson, a student Of East High school of Salt Lake, won the zone oratorical contest at Los Angeles last Friday night. The tone comprises all high schools of Utah. Arizona, Nevada and Califor¬nia. The winning gives Miss Carl¬son a trip to Washington, a three months' tour of Europe and a cash prize of $500.00, all contributed by the Los Angeles Times, which is responsible for having helped sponlor the international oratorical con¬test on the constitution of the United States. At Washington, Miss Carlson will compete with six other students from other zones of. the United States, and will be ac¬companied on the European tour ! by these students and their chapcrones, Ogden sincerely congratulafes Miss Carlson and East school, on this fine achievement for tlie state. PARENTS' DAY Ail parents, patrons and friends of he Ogden High school are invlted to spend Friday afternoon: this week at the school. - Teachers' will welcome them to their rooms_ and will have some exhibition ot, the year's work for their inspection' at 2:30 o'clock, a special program will be given. Parents are invited especially to witness the very fine art exhibition in the art room, and also in room 202. The latter exhibit comprises more than forty beautiful pictures, all by Artist Instructor Le Conte Stewart. LETTER COMES Headquarters of the Citizens' Military Training Camp, Fort Douglas, writes to A. M. Merrill, principal: "The representation at the 1926 C. M. T. camp from Utah was quite large, while to date we have not received nearly as many applica¬tions as we think we should have for the 1927 camp. "I am taking the liberty of ask¬ing you if you will announce at your next assembly, that all those who intend to come to the camp this year should get their applica¬tions in as soon as possible. "Everything points to a very good camp and the officers detailed from the post garrison are extreme¬ly well fitted to serve in this work. Applications to attend the camp does not in any way constitute an enlistment in any of the military forces and parents may be assured that all possible will be done to return their boy to them as having gained by attending the camp." HIGH SCHOOL PAYS An untrained man earns $45,- ooy between the ages of -14 and 60 years, according to govern¬ment statistics. The high school graduate earns about $78,000 between the ages of 18 and 60. The difference between these figures, $33,000, represents, then, the value of the time—four years —spent In high school. Students might be interested in calculating, then, what each day of high school is worth in dollars and cents. But the monetary value isn't comparable, of course, with the satisfactions and enjoyments that the high school training gives. ODE TO THE MOUNTAINS O kingly ones! Your stately peaks do seem to touch the sky! Tour lofty crests in white snow dressed Show us Nature at her best, A feast for any eye! Magnificent ones! Too gorgeous to describe with pen! We gaze upon your peaks with awe And feel the greatness of God's law And the littleness of men! Majestic solitude! You offer us freedom from our cares, For where is life so sweet As on the mountain a,t God's feet In solemn stillness and celestial air? Vastly glorious ones! You proud, lofty pillars, support- ' era of sky, You are Nature's master handiwork unfurled; rft rest of earth at your feet doth K lie! —Grant Syphers. Ogden High School Poems THE QUESTION. I asked the stars a question last night As they sailed in the sky darkly blue; And the stars only twinkled and answered yes, For my thoughts had been, dear, of you. Then I asked a tree standing grim and black, And it seemed to sparkle with dew; And a star whispered softly and wafted me Away in my thoughts to you. —Tom Broadbent. WINDS WOOING. "I love you," said the East Wind, As he whistled swiftly past. "I need you," moaned the North Wind, "To warm my bold, rude blast." "I miss you," said the West Wind, "In my trip from clime to clime." "I want you," said the South Wind, "I want you," all the time. Now, you see how nature loves, And how the wild winds woo; , They love with all their heart an soul, And that's how I love you. —Tom Broadbent. SILVER. A silv'ry night A silv'ry moon A silv'ry lake beneath A sky of blackness Lit with stars, The heaven's jewel'd wreath. —Alice Hyde. THE DAY TO COME. Tomorrow is dim and distant, Tomorrow is full of cheer, In tomorrow we build our castles In tomorrow we never fear. For many look to the future, And few look back to the past; What is done is gone and forgot¬ten; It is the future that holds us fast. It is then that we raise our. towers, In tomorrow we live, it seems; The present is harsh and forbid¬ding; But tomorrow is full of dreams. It is well to think of achievements, Of deeds that might come true, The dreamer it is who made this word, The dreamer in me and you. Tomorrow is great in promise, Tomorrow will bring you good— It robs the world of its coldness; It brings to the mind refreshing moods. In tomorrow we lose our sadness, Forget each trial and sorrow, For as the hours ever onward roll, We shall live in the great tomor¬row. —Eleanor Turner. THE DEAD CITY. As I gaze down upon your calm expanse Your towering steeples shine in rainbow hue. I see you asleep 'neath a sky so blue, Dr watch in crevices the sunbeams dance. ,'jike the Indian maidens in days of old When you were the home of an Indian tribe Who danced to the tune of the tom-tom bold And each brave brought to your caves his bride. C long to lure you from your death-like dream; 5o man once more can live with¬in your doors And drink refreshing waters from your streams, Or dance upon your flower-strewn floors. Won't you listen to my wistful prayer? O city, waken from your death- dreams rare! —Elda Wilson. DEATH. Death, who is victorious over all, Deceitful, sly, and hateful in his fun, Seeks the darkest corners like the brightest sun; Takes from Mother Nature by his call Her loved and cherished children, great and small, Cares not for color, and o'erlooks not one, There's no escape, no use to hid or run, All must heed when to them comes that call. Yet, is there no glory in inanima¬tion? When all the earthly things are left behind For Heaven's peace, and joy, and long duration; When we are free from all the cares of mind; When there is but peace and con¬solation; Is not that life a better, happier kind? —Hester Armstrong. A POEM. I'm sitting, and thinking that to write; The teacher may think that I'm not bright. And I'm to prove to her this day, That my brains aren't full of hay. Topics written on the board- One, two, and three they scored—. Stories, mountains, homes, to write Oh! I'm in a sorry plight. Now let me see of mountains high Ogden and Benedo touch the sky— We all know they are grand and tall, But of other thihgs I can't recall. So, that as a subject is voted out, Stories, I don't know much about. Heroes and heroines I know quite a few, But to put them in action, I sim¬ply can't do. As for homes—Oh! dear! what a bother! A house, some children, a mother and father. Their happiness is the main thing in view; But to express it in words, it's "foney" too. So I've come to the conclusion which is best: My brains are tired and they need a rest. And though I love the Golden Rule I look forward joyfully: to the close of school. —Winna Bruerton. HUMAN INTEREST. I caught a bit of song As 'twas speeding along And cast it in a mold of laughter gay. I took a happy tho't j And a joy that truth begot And molded them with sort of kindly clay. I found one glorious day And the setting sun's array And bound them up with twilight shadows deep. I took some moonbeams bright And a breathless starry night And mellowed them with dreamy dusky sleep. I took some pathos sweet, Old, with memories replete, These with every bond of friend-ship I entwined. I mixed them all with love And some blue from up above And called the stuff "The Interests of Mankind." —Naomi Wilbur. OGDEN HIGH SCHOOL NOTES May 29 Thursday The Standard-Exam¬iner had two columns of "Ogden high school notes" as a closing message of the school year from the schools to the homes of Og¬den. The column of high school notes has been contributed by A. M. Merrill, principal of the high school, and has been of such ex¬cellence as to merit editorial rec¬ognition. The high school notes have be¬come an indispensable part of the school life of the city, disclosing as they have the work of the school and the progress of the in¬stitution while giving intimate touches of the individual achieve¬ments of the students. The col¬umn has been conducted in no makeshift manner but has reflect¬ed thought and disclosed literary ability. Principal Merrill has served the high school in a fine way as head of the institution and in addition has aroused interest in education generally by his column in this paper for which The Standard- Examiner is thankful.