I picked this book up for ten cents at the library book sale this week. I didn't have the foggiest idea what it was about, but just loved the title, A Madras-Type Jacket. Written by Evelyn Hawes and published in 1967, the first lines on the book jacket are "Are there still college students who could be called nice, normal, and unspoiled? Who, without being smug, are reasonably happy, and without being naive, capable of falling in love the way their parents did?" Sounds promising... I'll let you know.