Completely, utterly.
1833. Nor can I regale you with the still more delicate repast of a constant repetition of the terms “bodyaciously, tetotaciously, obflisticated,” &c. Though I have had much intercourse with the West, I have never met with a man who used such terms unless they were alluded to, as merely occupying a space in some printed work.—Preface to ‘Sketches of D. Crockett,’ p. 5.
1834. I wish I may be tetotally smashed in a cider-mill, if that don’t out-Cherokee old Kentuck; why that ain’t a chaw-tobacco better nor Cherokee!—Caruthers, ‘The Kentuckian in New-York,’ i. 217 (N.Y.).
[1837. I’ll let you out into the garden at the back, and you must get over the wall, for here you mustn’t stay—that’s tee-totally out of the question.—Samuel Lover, ‘Rory O’More,’ ch. xii.]
1839. Give me none of your ‘TEA-total pledges.’—Knick. Mag., xiii. 153 (Feb.).
1840. They have teetotally ruinated everything they have laid their hands on.—John P. Kennedy, ‘Quodlibet,’ p. 185 (1860).
[1842. Don’t vote for him; he’s a mean tee-totaller!—Mrs. Kirkland, ‘Forest Life,’ ii. 62.]
1842. May 9, the Philadelphia Spirit of the Times declares a play to be “Tetotally Damned.”
[1844. “Tee-totalism” is a term no longer mentioned, excepting in the journals of distant towns and foreign lands, or perhaps in some jesting lyric listened to with laughter from the stage.—Id., Sept. 10.]
1845. “Somehow or other I’m tetotiatiously deluded to-night,” remarked Sam.—W. T. Thompson, ‘Chronicles of Pineville,’ p. 172 (Phila.).
a. 1848. I have been tee-totally bamboozled.—Dow, Jun., ‘Patent Sermons,’ i. 147.
a. 1848. I wouldn’t have you think that I am tee-totally opposed to dancing.—Id., i. 150.
1852. “May I be teetotaciously used up,” soliloquized the Scout, the Sergeant and his wife having retired, “if those gals ain’t born devils.”—James Weir, ‘Simon Kenton,’ p. 22 (Phila.). (Italics in the original.)
1862. The times and the manners have changed teetotally.—Rocky Mountain News, Denver, Aug. 21.
1878. I’m free to say I didn’t altogether and tee-totally agree with her at the fust: but she was a most a master hand for sense.—Rose T. Cooke, ‘Happy Dodd,’ chap. xiv.
