Hooroo

Placing it triumphantly on the mahogany desk before him, he exclaims — “Hooroo ! Ho-ooo-roo-ooo ! in a husky voice, and sinks exhausted on a satin divan. “What′s the row, Hiram?” all cry, gathering eagerly about him. “Hooroo! I′m a rich man! I′ve got my patent!”

1901—02, Herminie Templeton Kavanagh, Darby O'Gill and the Good People, McClure's Magazine, reprinted 1903, Reilly & Britton, page 80, Every brown cap was swung in the air. “Hooray! Hooray! Hooroo!” rang the cheers.

When the visiting school wins (and sometimes it does, you know), then in pure politeness he says: “Hooroo! hooroo!” but he only goes half-way round.

1981, Chris Wallace-Crabbe, Splinters, Rigby, page 182, ‘Hooroo! Hooroo! Hooroo!’ she shouted, tossing handfuls of instant confetti over their happy heads.

1998, Theatre Record, Volume 18, Issues 18-26, page 1510, The audience is made to chorus “Hooray, hooray, we the common people say hooray“ and “Hooroo, hooroo, Plaid Cymru, hooroo” in celebration of the royal wedding, and is regaled with parish-panto Pooterisms galore.

“I′d better be going. Hooroo.” “Hooroo.”

2009, Peter Yeldham, A Distant Shore, Penguin Group, unnumbered page, ‘Hooroo.’ It had always been her inevitable parting word. ‘Hooroo, Mrs Wheatley. Don′t forget next week.’

‘Hooroo, come again!’ ‘Hooroo, we will.’