Dispatch-Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt — January-February 1977

The fun begins
The coin is down
It's out there somewhere
To be found.

Trees and fun
Are waiting here
Find the spot
The treasure's near.

Against the sky
A touch of green
Look around
It can be seen.

A baseball team
Is made of nine,
Take away one
You'll do just fine.

A couple of places
To park your car
One is near,
One is far.

No one can say
We're a backward town
But it looks that way
Where the treasure's to be found.

Round and round
The site it goes,
And where it stops
Nobody knows.

Something old,
Something new
It's all around
For you to view.

Mirror, Mirror
On the walls
You're in plain sight
And stand so tall.

Puppies have them
And kittens, too.
A sound-alike word
Is a revealing clue.

A sailing ship
Like days of yore,
It's on the box
You're looking for.

Irvine Park
Is the place to scoot.
Join the crowd
And find the loot.

In the northeast clearing
At Irvine Park
A crumpled package
Is the treasure mark.

TC Treasure