Hawt

1896, George Wharton Edwards, Break O’ Day, Ayer Publishing (1969), →ISBN, page 46, “[…] Oh, ’t is, eh? Well, I waant to know — kind o’ hawt in here, ain’t it? Phew!” Again the orange silk handkerchief waved clouds of suffocating musk.

2005, Lauren Mechling and Laura Moser, The Rise and Fall of a 10th-Grade Social Climber, Graphia Books, →ISBN, pages 86–87, “Mistah,” I drawled, switching on the Texan twang I perfected not in Houston but as a child in New York watching Dallas reruns with my dad. “Ah’m tahrubly sawhruh, but won’t ya tell us what on er-yuhth we’re a-doin’ wrong?” ¶ […] “We were just having a nice cool refray-yush-munt, Officer—isn’t it so hawt?”

2006, Robert Eversz, Zero to the Bone: A Nina Zero Novel, Simon and Schuster, →ISBN, page 24, A few of the comments were marginally pervy, but most were touchingly supportive messages. Ur soooo Hawt!!! One comment read. I can’t believe ur not gonna be a ***.

c'''1560, "Proude Wyues Pater noster", in William Carew Hazlitt (ed.), Remains of the Early Popular Poetry of England, J.R. Smith (1866), pages 157–158, Amen—sayd the other, I pray god it be so, / For ye haue good ynoughe, this I do knowe well, / Of good marchaundise, so mote I the, / As any is here in this countre to sell, / For his degre; but he is a frayde / That he sholde passe his state or loke to hawt, / Than behynde your backes it shulde be sayde, / Yf he fare amyss, that it were all your fawt.

a'''1900, Finley Peter Dunne, "High Finance", in Mr. Dooley’s Philosophy, R. H. Russell (1902), page 160, […] ‘Well,’ says I, ‘Cassidy,’ I says, ‘ye’ve been up again th’ pa-apers call hawt finance,’ I says. ‘What th’ divvle’s that?’ says he. ‘Well,’ says I, ‘it ain’t burglary, an’ it ain’t obtaining money be false pretinses, an’ it ain’t manslaughter,’ I says. ‘It’s what ye might call a judicious seliction fr’m th’ best features iv thim ar-rts,’ I says. […]

2002, Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures, HarperCollins, →ISBN, page 60, On it was written, in shaky handwriting: ¶ After thys perfromans, Why Notte Visit / Harga’s Hous of Ribs, / For the Best inne Hawt Cuisyne ¶ “What's hawt cuisyne?” said Victor.

1880, George Washington Cable, The Grandissimes, quoted in William Dean Howells, Heroines of Fiction, Harper and Brothers (1903), page 242, She looked up suddenly and took a quick breath, as if to resume, but her eyes fell before his, and she said, in a tone of half-soliloquy: ‘I ’ave so much troub’ wit dad hawt.’ She lifted one little hand feebly to the cardiac region, and sighed softly, with a dying languor.

1896, Paul Laurence Dunbar, "When Malindy Sings", in Joan R. Sherman, African-American Poetry: An Anthology, 1773–1927, Courier Dover Publications (1997), →ISBN, pages 64–65, […] / But fu’ real melojous music, / Dat jes’ strikes yo’ hawt and clings, / Jes’ you stan’ an’ listen wif me, / When Malindy sings.