Scavenger Hunts
JOIN THE FUN!
The District is an exciting place to be, so much to do and see. Take advantage of this free opportunity to learn more about your community. We are offering Scavenger Hunts to do with your family, friends or even on a solo mission! You can print off the list and when you have finished the hunt, take a picture of it, or your selfies and send it to Nikki Reese: events@discoverthedistrict.com. Make sure to include your name and contact information. You will be entered for a chance to win District Business Gift Cards! Send entries in by June 4th!
CoMo Brick & Mortar Project
Presented by CoMo Preservation & The District
I opened when silent stories danced without sound,
With music and laughter once swirling around.
On Ninth Street I welcomed both stage and screen,
A gathering place for the curious and keen.
As years carried on, the live acts grew still,
And flickering films took over my fill.
But time moved ahead, and my purpose did too—
My past now a whisper few people still knew.
Though I no longer host the crowds I once drew,
My name yet remains for searchers like you.
What place was I?
I rose in hard times when work was rare,
Built strong and proud with a classical air.
Leaders and laws have walked my halls,
And justice still echoes within my walls.
Murals inside tell stories of old,
Of a growing town, both brave and bold.
Though city leaders moved along the way,
I continue to serve the public each day.
Renamed for a scholar, my purpose stands—
A place shaped by many helping hands.
What place am I?
I started as a home where a worker once stayed,
While next door new dreams from afar were made.
One side held rooms where travelers slept,
The other, a shop where pressed clothes were kept.
Stories of labor and learning meet here,
Of changing times year after year.
Two buildings together, still standing today,
Holding the past in a quiet display.
What place are we?
I once printed stories, news, and more,
Where presses roared and papers poured.
My clock once chimed to mark the day,
Though time has moved, I still display.
Now I serve bratwurst, pretzels, and beer,
With cafés and shops welcoming all who come near.
Victorian walls hold a century of lore,
Step inside and taste what came before.
What place am I?
I once welcomed travelers on rails of steel,
Where whistles blew and wheels would squeal.
Passengers came from near and far,
Boarding my trains beneath the morning star.
Freight and mail passed through my doors,
Stories of journeys and distant shores.
Now I serve food and drinks instead,
But echoes of locomotives linger in my stead.
What place am I?
I rose nearly a century ago,
A place where travelers came and go.
Skyscraper tall, with neon light,
A symbol of Columbia shining bright.
I’ve seen banquets, events, and rest,
And now I welcome guests at my best.
Historic walls with stories to tell,
Step inside to hear them well.
What place am I?
