1967 Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt

Hail to the New Year and Boreas the king!
Expel old habits give adventure a fling.
In city and county great fun is in store,
For all who show spirit and zest to explore.

Seeking a treasure means a change of pace.
To sleep and gormandize will lose the race.
Safe is the terrain where the medallion hides,
We exhort against needless falls and slides.

Proposals to boost taxes always seem to be the trend,
We keep supporting causes until there's nothing left to spend.
If practicing economy will make our budget light,
The finding of this pot of gold, should make it blinking bright.

Be patriotic, lift voices to the sky,
Sing America and let the banners fly.
On our public property awaits a grand surprise.
A persevering spirit brings reward to one who tries.

To locate an area where people work and reside,
Let street and directional signs be your guide.
The treasure brings publicity, wealth and station,
Creating a hero for the winter spectacle of the nation.

An anxious desire for wealth in the pocket,
Might seek legal aid with this case on the docket.
In a state of dilemma caused by worrisome clues,
Please help from the judge to commiserate the blues.

Sno a Go-Go suggests action and speed.
This theme of our Carnival does not mislead
If you hope to stop smoking don't blow your stack
To exchange bad habits for good, is a hard nut to crack.

This place must be both a work and play zone,
With exercise using many a muscle and bone,
Hoarding our resources suggest a miser,
To be spendthrift is sometimes wiser.

The fashions of youth are explained in gay terms,
A swoon suit, a sideline in color that burns.
We adjust to the beatnick, to beatles, to mod;
Far cry from the maxim, spoil the child spare the rod.

As the story goes, old McDonald had a farm.
Regardless of weather, heat or cold did him no harm.
His neighbors claimed his health and his wealth was common knowledge,
From early day he worked and at night he went to college.

A good state of thinking will discover a street,
Due east of the treasure by more blocks than feet.
There's magic in the atmosphere, that seems to cast a spell.
A bit of hocus-pocus with a mumbo-jumbo sell

As we study the clues we accept or confute,
With family and friends we discuss and dispute.
One word expresses a point in between,
Naming the site where the treasure is seen.

The medallion is attached to a symbol of luck,
Deep under the snow this prize we tuck.
At the fairgrounds - midway from the judging arena start,
Go 45 yards from the northwest part.
Directly in line with the tower K-T-C-A,
Use horse sense, take off your shoes and play.