He attacked the problem, however, like the thoroughbred he was--frankly.
"I want to buy a violin," he began, knowing that in polite musical circles the word fiddle was taboo.

"I know absolutely nothing at all about quality or price.

Understand, though, while you might be able to fool me, you wouldn't fool the man I'm buying it for.

Now what would you suggest ?" The clerk--a salesman familiar with certain urban types, thinly including the Fifth Avenue, which came in for talking-machine records--recognized in this well-dressed, attractive elderly man that which he designated the swell.

Hateful word, yes, but having a perfectly legitimate niche, since in the minds of the hoi polloi it nicely describes the differences between the poor gentleman and the gentleman of leisure.