How To Use Put-on In A Sentence

From the perspective of trade management, the Government to regulate the shop, bound by nothing wrong in law, regulations also put-on .
And it was real happiness - nothing fake or put-on about it. FROM THE TEETH OF ANGELS
) Finn's new crew are an even damper squib, a real Ziggy-by-numbers put-on. MUSIC FOR BOYS
I like it far better than the town, for there isna a wheen duddie bairns to be crying after ane, as if ane were a warld's wonder, just because ane maybe is a thought bonnier and better put-on than their neighbours -- though, Jeanie, ye suld never be proud o 'braw claiths, or beauty neither -- wae's me! they're but a snare -- I ance thought better o'them, and what came o't? The Heart of Mid-Lothian, Complete
Because if not a put-on, then unquestionably the worst idea in the history of restauration. Times, Sunday Times

She was a sharp-nosed woman with a put-on accent, well adapted to whining. PROSPECT HILL
I always thought Paris was brilliant at marketing herself (and that a lot of her ditziness was a put-on). Sweatpantsmom
Of the ones that do up the strap, about half have them so loose that they can put-on and remove the helmet without unbuckling .
Their punkish stance is probably a put-on: doubtless their dads are commodities brokers.
That the let's-put-on-a-show plot was age-old mattered not among lively performances, inventive comedy and barnstorming dance routines.
From the perspective of trade management, the Government to regulate the shop, bound by nothing wrong in law, regulations also put-on .
As Thomas's pained gait and brittle limbs signal a physical deterioration, put-on sibling chitchat quickly turns to rebarbative bickering.
Don't take it so seriously — it was just a put-on.
a put-on childish voice
My speech, my delivery, my pauses - that's me, not a put-on.
I like it far better than the town, for there isna a wheen duddie bairns to be crying after ane, as if ane were a warld’s wonder, just because ane maybe is a thought bonnier and better put-on than their neighbours — though, Jeanie, ye suld never be proud o’ braw claiths, or beauty neither — wae’s me! they’re but a snare — I ance thought better o’them, and what came o’t?” The Heart of Mid-Lothian