I can’t remember where I got this pin because Democratic campaign items were not plentiful in Morrisville, N.Y., in 1960. I remember that I wore it throughout the 1960 Kennedy-Nixon campaign, wore it throughout the Kennedy years, and was wearing it on November 22, 1963 when JFK was killed. It has rattled around in sock drawers and jewelry boxes for 50 years, and for a few days it has returned to my lapel. The pin, like a tinny portrait of Dorian Grey, has long outlived its honoree.