On election night the candidates were dead tired, hollow-eyed and worried. As the first returns began to trickle into Milwaukee from Wisconsin's countryside, Candidate Hubert Humphrey began to brighten up. The magic numbers were going all his way. By 9 p.m. Humphrey held a 6,500-vote lead over his rival Jack Kennedy. In his Pfister Hotel suite, Kennedy slumped in a chair watching television; Brother Bob hovered anxiously over a telephone, jotting down the reports of local legmen. Then, slowly, the numbers began to change, and by 11 p.m. Kennedy was out in...
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