I know if I was lying you would ketch me, and I should own up quick; 'cause your match doesn't go about in human flesh; but all the lancets and all the doctors can't git no blood out'en a turnup."
"At the Mercy of Tiberius"
August Evans Wilson
He's as 'ard as iron in his 'eart, snapped Mrs. Smithies, but as soft as a boiled turnup in his 'ead.
"Windyridge"
W. Riley