It was drizzling when Hubert Humphrey awoke in Minneapolis on Election Day morning, but nothing could dampen his spirits. "When we get to Waverly," he told his wife Muriel during the 40-mile drive to their home town, "there'll be no rain. This is St. Hubert's day."*
Humphrey was right. To vote, the Humphreys went directly to the one room township hall, where they stood in adjoining booths and marked their paper ballots with pencils. Afterward, talking with reporters outside, Humphrey said: "I woke up some time back and realized if I were elected Vice...
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