THE LOSER: A Near Run Thing

AT the outset of a campaign that progressed from disarray to the brink of disaster, Hubert Horatio Humphrey confessed to close aides: "I'm dead." He was down so far he had no place to go but up. And up he went—up from a 16-point deficit in the polls, up from the chaos of the Democratic Convention. When he bade good night to loyal Democratic Party workers in the ballroom of the Leamington Hotel in Minneapolis at 2:30 a.m. on Nov. 6, the Vice President was racing neck and neck against Richard Nixon. Crucial states...