On election eve in New Hampshire, the big white clock in the cupola of Dover's city hall glowed down on the wintry town, and the resinous vapors of a torchlight parade gave a tang to the crisp night air. The kilted Granite State Highlanders tootled The Blue Bells of Scotland on their bagpipes, and John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the Democratic U.S. Senator from neighboring Massachusetts, marched behind them through the streets of Dover. In the city hall, 1,000 people waited to see Candidate Kennedy and to hear his last word in the first primary campaign of 1960. "Beginning tomorrow," said...
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