ABSTRACT
In a twilight zone in our society, neither below the aristocracy nor above the middle class, lives a somewhat ornamental and by no means inconsequential group of Upper Bohemians. They are a reasonably constant element in a social structure that has some of the qualities of a feather bed. In the center of the bed lies the great body politic, and when this body rolls over slightly, as it does from time to time, our society takes on a new shape. No matter how conscientious may be our efforts to be classless, the leveling off process when it pushes down a social tuft here pushes one up over there.
