"Now wouldn't that get your scalp-lock ?" And then there was a merry laugh all around.
There was likewise a letter from Max Spangler, and another from Stanley Browne, stating they were already on their way to Brill.

Then, just before the boys were ready to leave home, came a letter from Songbird Powell.
"I'll bet it's in verse," said Dick.

"Songbird couldn't write prose to save his life." "We'll soon see," said Sam, who held the communication, and he tore it open.

"You win," he added, and then read the following, after the date line: "My dearest boys I'm filled with joys To think that we Together shall be In a week or more! Oh, the fun in store! And also the work-- Which we can't shirk-- And the pleasant meetings, And pleasant greetings,----" "He was thinking of Minnie Sanderson when he wrote that," interrupted Tom.
"Sure thing," returned Dick; for all of the Rovers knew that the would-be poet was deeply smitten with the farmer's daughter.

He had written several poems about her, and had also given her several presents.
"Well, there are twelve pages of the doggerel," said Sam, glancing over the sheets.