Clue 4 (Saturday)
A plaque hangs in the Carlson College hall for the man so true and gentle,
Whose courage wasn’t loud or proud, or purely incidental.
He didn’t know he was beloved, or held in high esteem,
A benevolent protector of an inner prairie dream.
It’s not Every day we hear of Selfless sacrifice,
But the head-cashier did His job, and didn’t think twice.
Clue 3 (Friday)
See, Joseph Lee, you were so modest and so true,
The world was loud around you, but the peace was found in you.
There was no time for play, your time on earth was short.
Your poor sweet Lizzies, were left all out of sort.
From the targeted battlefields of Georgia to the First National floor,
You stood for duty’s honor, and you asked for nothing more.
Clue 2 (Thursday)
Ember fields of Tennessee, through the canister and smoke,
He marched with the One-Hundred-Twenty-Seventh, and never broke.
A thousand miles from home he stood, in a field of gray and blue,
While a man named Frank James fought in fields of timber from a rebel point of view.
Two paths that crossed in thunder, though they never met by name,
One rightly seeking quiet duty, and the other blood and fame.
Clue 1 (Wednesday)
While inside of Northfield’s only bank, on a sunny pleasant day,
Sat a man of modest measure who never challenged fate.
He was timid, he was quiet, so the local people said,
With a conscientious spirit and a humble heart and head.
But the hands that held the fountain pen also gripped a rifle’s stock,
When the Union called for steady men to stand against the shock.