Seems likely, when a conversation like this makes sense:
RX: "You'd better get horizontal. You're so sleepy, I'm afraid you might turn into a turnip and there I'd be, havin' to explain why there's a five-foot-12 girl-shaped turnip--"
Tam, yawning off to her room: "--a pillar of turnip."
R: "Yeah! I'll tell 'em you looked back an' there was a salt shortage. A pillar of turnip by day and three if by sea!"
...My Mother the Sunday-School teacher is so proud now....
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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