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!”

“I′d better be going. Hooroo.”

“Hooroo.”