tout

IPA: tˈaʊt

Someone advertising for customers in an aggressive way.
A person, at a racecourse, who offers supposedly inside information on which horse is likely to win.
(colloquial) An informer in the Irish Republican Army.
(colloquial, archaic) A spy for a smuggler, thief, or similar.
(card games) In the game of solo, a proposal to win all eight tricks.

(transitive) To flaunt, to publicize/publicise; to boast or brag; to promote.
(UK, slang, horse-racing, transitive) To spy out information about (a horse, a racing stable, etc.).
(US, slang, horse-racing, transitive) To give a tip on (a racehorse) to a person, with the expectation of sharing in any winnings.
(UK, slang, horse-racing, intransitive) To spy out the movements of racehorses at their trials, or to get by stealth or other improper means the secrets of the stable, for betting purposes.
(US, slang, horse-racing, intransitive) To act as a tout; to give a tip on a racehorse.
(intransitive) To look for, try to obtain; used with for.
(obsolete) To look upon or watch.

Examples of "tout" in Sentences

May gadgets & wires be humming with harmony again tout de suite.
Pour cacher mon fou-rire, je pars faire chauffer du lait; j'apporte le beurre et des tartines de pain tout juste grillé.
Il n'y a pas un homme a Londres qui possède un cercle d'amis comme le sien: tout ce qu'il y a de plus distingué _en tout_.
If what they tout is really valid, then it would make sense to halt the ARES program and seriously look at the Direct 2.0 (or other) system.
I have tried to distinguish between us, but a couple of times recently I fell back into the habit of a lifetime and just used my name tout court.
She and McCain tout themselves as leaders who can bring about change, but where have both of them been for the past 30 years on this issue of energy?
Frenchman, that "_comprendre tout, c'est pardonner tout_," or, better yet, that to understand all is to understand that there is nothing to pardon, will not be chary of their cheers to him who is able to advance their cause, nor of their curses upon him who betrays it.
But _tout lasse, tout casse, tout passe_; and while the kingfisher turns his sapphire back in the sun against the lemon-yellow of the willow leaves, and the smouldering russet of the oak-crowns succeeds to the crimson of the beeches and the gold of the elms, we shall do well to emulate the serene magnanimity of Nature and console ourselves with the reflection that the rural philosopher, if only assured of