Chester High School - Coyote Yearbook (Chester, MT)

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THE SWEET GRASS HILLS ■ Xf ou can see the Sweet Grass Hills or The Three Buttes to the north rf here on a reasonably clear day. The Indians used them as watch towers from which they could locate buffalo herds. Things sure grow in this country. Some old timers.claim-thatwhen they arrived those buttes weren't much bigger than prairie g mounds In 1884 a Blackfoot Indian found gold in ehem thar hills and the usual stampede followed. The middle peak is called Gold Butte. It was claimed that the placer- ground in Two Bits Gulch produced twenty five cents in colors for every shovel full of gravel. , The pay dirt has been pretty well worked out and the glamor of boom days is gone, but a few old prospect the gulches hoping setje day to pot of gold at the rainbows end called the Mother

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I wonder if I will change. . .

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REFLECTIONS Four years. For some it has been too long. Others felt it was days of good times, but every- one agrees it has been an experience. Our freshman year seemed different in many ways, but it was a beginning. A chance to meet people, start a career and grow as individuals. It was our time now to enjoy the maturity shared only by our peers before us. Who can’t remember looking up to seniors and wishing to have their nonchalant attitude? The dominant idea that sticks in our memories is the spirit shared by every- one at the carnival and pep rallies. k Sophomore days can be remembered as being Involved with a spaghetti supper and Friday night football games. Yet, even though we were sixteen, the eighteen year-old vote would soon be in our hands. In two years it would be our chance to get involved and help form a new society. Hopefully the wait would pass quickly. In our junior year, we had the opportunity to carry out the junior traditions. The prom, Sugar Baby Love, was a success through our eyes, even if all of us didn’t quite make it through The Sting and the breakfast held afterwards. Now we are almost there, will we ever make it? Our senior year. We began to think of independence, new faces, and challenges which would shape our tomorrows. We wondered at numerous national, racial, and historical events which brought confusion, instability, and corruption. But more fondly, we remember May 30, 1976. Now let us work to achieve dreams, contemplate opportunities, and begin again from this day. 9