dʒˈæz ɹˈaɪɾɚ ænd hɪstˈoːɹiən ɡˈɑːdboʊlt ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚz ðæt ɪn nˈaɪntiːnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti wˈʌn ɪt wʌz jˈuːzd tə ɹᵻfˈɜː tə ðə fˈænz ʌv ˈoʊld iːtˈoʊniən dʒˈæz tɹˈʌmpɛɾɚ hˈʌmfɹi lˈɪɾɛltən hˌuː wʊd tˈɜːn ˌʌp ɪn dɹˈoʊvz tə ðə wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd klˈʌb ɪn ˈɑːksfɚd stɹˈiːt, lˈʌndən ænd ʃˈaʊt ɪn lˈaʊd, ˌʌpɚ klˈæs vˈɔɪsᵻz bᵻtwˌiːn sˈɔŋz, "hˈoːɹeɪ!, hˈoːɹeɪ!".
Jazz writer and historian Godbolt remembers that in 1951 it was used to refer to the fans of Old Etonian jazz trumpeter Humphrey Lyttelton who would turn up in droves to the 100 Club in Oxford Street, London and shout in loud, upper class voices between songs, "Hooray!, Hooray!".