Ten stiff-jointed wooden mannikins displaying campus togs sat dangling their legs as I brushed by a table in one of the college shops. I stopped, I looked, I airily peered at their ridiculous yellow and red yarn hair, their droll months. And I stayed to examine the clothes they wore, brief replicas of the smart new fall things. Never in all my scoutings had I found anything so jaunty, so utterly casual. ··That was it-they had that casualness, that certain something that is behind the clothes this fall.