Sheridan High School - Trailblazer Yearbook (Sheridan, MT)

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o the Vigilantes, those brave souls, who with calm unfaltering courage, and swift unimpassioned judgment, succeeded in bringing law and order of that chaos which exist- ed in Montana; made possible the peace and prosperity which we now enjoy; and paved the way for our present public school system, we, the Class of ’28 of Sheridan High School, reverently dedicate this annual.

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The Story of Pas-sam-a-ri You who love a people's history. Love its struggles and its victories, Love the customs that have stamped us. Strong or weak, or mean or worthy. You who cherish in Montana Names revered because of service. Names beloved because of daring. Names which linger to remind us Of the pioneer and prophet. Let us tell you of Pas-sam-a-ri Tell you of the Pleasant Valley As its Indian races knew it In the days before the white men. In our well-loved Ruby Valley Naught had trod the glades and benches Hut the wild things of the mountains. Hut the buffalo and redmen. And in summer down Pas-sam-a-ri Came the Sho-sho-nes. the Bannocks. Came the Pend’d Oreilles. and Piegans. Passed the Flatheads. and Nez Perces. Daring Sioux, and peaceful Kootenais. Faring far away to eastward. To the Land cf Plenty Buffalo. Faring back again to westward. On the slopes of the Pacific. Not a place of rest and quiet. Hut disputed territory. Was our valley in these ages. But in winter when the snows fell Ever deeper, deeper, deeper. And the winds of wrath were gathered Hurling death among the mountains. In the snow-bound Rocky Mountains. Then the Bannocks, the Sho-sho-nes. Trailing east across the mountains With their women and their children. With their traps and dogs and ponies Came to winter in Pas-sam-a-ri. To winter in the Pleasant Valley. To the valley where no snows lay. To the valley where no winds blew Where the deep-cut. sheltering ranges Held at bay the storms of winter. And tne genial sun gave blessing. In the Valley of Pas-sam-a-ri. Thus it was our fathers found it. Thus they claimed it and they loved it. As the lust for gold was passing. Visioned homes in sheltering lowlands. Visioned herds on grassy uplands. Visioned children free and happy. Visioned commonwealths of credit. So they builded in the valley. Stretched their fences on the meadows. Brought the clear, cool, crystal waters Throu the ditches, to the bench lands Where the soil lay waiting, ready. Many feet of soil lay ready.