A Merry Christmas, uncle! God save you! cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge’s nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach. / Bah! said Scrooge, Humbug! / […] Christmas a humbug, uncle! said Scrooge's nephew. You don't mean that, I am sure. / I do, said Scrooge. Merry Christmas! what right have you to be merry? what reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough. / Come, then, returned the nephew gaily. What right have you to be dismal? what reason have you to be morose? You're rich enough. / Scrooge having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment, said, Bah! again; and followed it up with Humbug.

1886, Louisa May Alcott, chapter 1, in Jo's Boys:

Santogold, from Brooklyn, may be mocking scene pretensions, defending the creative impulse or both in her single, “L.E.S. Artistes,” with its drumstick-clicking beat, electro boops and dance-rock chorus.

Hav* conferred the Degrees in the Arts, I then proceeded to confer the Doctorate, first præsenting Professor Wales to the Fellows or Senatus academicus as worthy of that Honor.