My high school US history teacher once commented that while he and his wife were at a Nixon For President rally his wife found herself at arms-length to Nixon. She could see beads of sweat and a 5 o’clock shadow on him, and decided then and there she would never vote for him. Presumably she went for lady’s man JFK. Her history teacher husband seemed to regard it as a just-shaking-my-head moment; there was nothing he could do.
They always say, if you listened to the debate on the radio, Nixon won, and if you watched it on TV, Kennedy won.