All about the second floor of the old Knights of Pythias Lodge, the mysteries were in evidence. Searching for anvils, folks would pause and witness various artifacts and enticing bits of history. The anvil, however was the quest. And Eureka! By the street side windows, a smallish person with a large hammer would strike our cards with a chisel indenting a single straight line. But alas and alack, a single line was insufficient for admittance to the secret realm above.