Judge Memorial Catholic High School is a private, Catholic high school located in Salt Lake City. The school is one of three high schools in the Catholic Diocese of Salt Lake City serving students in grades nine through 12. Founded in 1921, the school draws students from across the Salt Lake Valley and beyond. Judge Memorial shares its city location with Our Lady of Lourdes parish and school.
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