1966 Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt

Festival International USA.
Gives scope to our theme with a shout and hurray
The treasure hunt join, the carnival acclaim,
Hail to King Boreas a man of famous name.

Within the city limits a medallion now will hide.
Safety to the seeker is an important guide.
The prize on public property to find is the intent;
Use care and respect with no damage to repent.

In the month of January lakes and rivers freeze.
While vapors from smoke stacks puff through chill breeze.
Lights of varied color flash at night in panel gay,
The mystery of this treasure site is marked in bright array.

A church in the distance seems a clue far too meager,
But a fence quite adjacent proves help to the eager.
View the beautiful parade and the carnival see.
Directional signs and a marker are the key.

This clue we must mask to keep hidden a word.
That reveals just too much told by that little bird.
A sign of information, its destination boring;
With enough imagination ideas should keep soaring.

The city offers facilities for comfort with pride,
While claims of a winner score high on your side.
Stacks of color appear and give us good reason.
To be optimistic on this hunt of the season.

Vulcan and his men may be elated by their rank.
The girls they chase and tease with many a trick and prank.
To these follies and nonsense of others give no mind.
Get back on the ball, dig in look and find.

There's performance in business by all the big wheels,
In hotels and at the club to debate and close deals
Architects dreams in the sky show with pride.
Every challenge to growth our city takes in stride.

Machines and factories where goods are made.
The treasure site area surround and invade.
Rails that run parallel serve in this race,
East and West arches span overhead space.

Remember a prophet who lived to be old.
And a land of great promise about which he told.
Also names of two girls and one of a king.
Another of a place with an Oriental ring.

Guilt feelings forget, take the edge off appetites.
That noodle head is thinking of a box lunch that delights.
Fill up brothers, farewell to calorie counts and diets.
This hunt is all for fun no place for hunger riots.

When Grandpa raised water he put force on a handle.
Compared with methods involved, this don't hold a candle.
A station for pumping we urge you to find.
Facing picnic and playground holding loot of a kind.

The medallion is attached to an old-fashioned piece.
Used to make smooth and flat each stubborn crease.
100 paces north from pumping station toward a forked tree.
The treasure location at your feet now should be.