1965 Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt

Come join a winter jubilee,
All who seek treasure admitted free.
The medallion is hidden, of this news be glad.
In St. Paul our city a prize to be had.

"Fun & Frolics" is our Carnival theme
Your job is to search and not to dream.
There are circling roads that bend and wind,
A clue to bring action, the prize to find.

The Vulcan and his men utter many whoops and yips,
As they smooch the lovely girls and smudge them with their lips.
Some distance from the hiding place and high up in the air,
Are stacks, that pour forth sooty smoke by more than just a pair.

Signal lights may be seen from the treasure site,
Giving flashing directions by day and by night.
Should this hunt seem too tricky don't loudly complain,
But just use your head and your temper restrain.

In an area made for activities of play,
Away from private property we direct all to stay.
Of scenic beauty we surely can boast,
Slopes with tall trees are seen most.

For good habits, traffic and direction there are signs,
Aids to safety and cleanliness each one reminds.
Follow the commands of Great Boreas our king,
Family fun and reward he has promised to bring.

Suppose old man winter continued to blow.
Covering letters and numerals with snow;
Leotards, snuggles or red flannels or wool,
May ease the effort for that long last pull.

In days of old when pirates roamed the shore,
Searching for chests for loot galore,
Many clues were used to mark the spot,
But never a place where police work a lot.

Music and lakes, golf courses and pools,
Give pleasure to students on vacation from schools.
Buttons, balloons and gay Ice Capades,
Lend laughter and fun to winter parades.

North from the place where the secret is buried,
Many pictures are taken of couples just married.
A bridge can be seen in an easterly direction.
There for your safety, convenience and protection.

Surrounding the goal in wide spaces around
Recreational facilities in number abound.
There is a structure for refreshment and rest,
Where players and spectators can feel at their best.

Find the name of a poet, a statesman and friend,
Come locate a plaque and the quest will end.
One hundred paces due east from the mark,
Mary will rhyme with the name in the park.

The medallion is fastened secure in a base
That's heavy as lead and will help solve this case.
At Como walk east from the Larry Ho plaque,
One hundred paces, the booty to track.