The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-11-27
CHARLES king, KING
OF THE PIE TRUST.

New York, Nov. 22.-The trust octo.
pus has given birth to new child
and Charles King is the latest
magnate in the field of quick and sud
den Wealth-getting. The chair trust
mas taken a back seat; the Garnet trust
Is tfodden under foot; the king is dead
long live the King.
MI hilng whole history is wrapped
up IN pie and in pies little brothers
Grullers and pretzels. He was born in
brooklyn, and his first job was on D
DIooklyn pie wagon. Day in and day
o S ne uroVe from house to house
5loatLilS over his goods, and dribbline
p peiitSiEely on his drivers perch as he
calculated the amount of bliss to he
mad from his load. Sometimes he surl
Iepluously poked a flaky crust and
oiten when running before the wind
ne would turn to sniff back into the
fragrant recesses of the cart. He grew
a connoisseur in pie.
ne would have made pies, sold MES
ana IlVed on pies had 1t been possible
put lingering feeling for the father
Iahd, and innate modesty. suggested
mat he step not boldly off at once into
PIE, out rather begin with the maxine
ana purVeying of pretzels, of dough
nuts. His was the true genius of mod
efn days, for have not all the recent
mlllionaires found that the "unex.
plored field" the development of the
Dy-product, was the surest road r.
Tiches! A chance offered, and young
hnng opened a pretzellery 1t was ali
the success that he had dreamed. and
ms Gays were pleasantly enough spent
nearing the City Of Bridegrooms occu-
pled IN one grand crunch.
BUT II was too easy, and too monoto-
nous III was PaderewsM playing Sousa
marches. king chung to the dream nj
his boyhood, and sighed over visions
Of pie. He would discount the four
story cake-and- jelly denominations
that profaned the name of Washing
TON ne would make meringue so light
that II would fly away with the pie he
would make minces so far ahead of
what his mother used to make that
mothers pies would "eat" like a had
dream. He would make crusts that
naked like mica, ''punkin'' that melted
IKE rich cream-he would be the poet
Oh ple-What would he not do? He read
all the pie literature he could get
winding up with Emerson, who ate Die
for breakfast. P'e
FlnaLy he succumbed to his longing.
anu WIN the proper mOdesty an
proached the dream of his life. He
started piery in Brooklyn. This was
his only mistake. Brooklyn has passed
on from pie, had left pie behind with
the other simple traditions of New Eng
land, and had graduated into all the
debauchery of tomales, dogs" and
cropped eggs on brown bread that be-
long to the back yard of a metropolis.
Killing looked about him. He read
again, and learned the geography of the
pie belt from Holmes Killing" he
said to himself-his very name suggests
the succulent disk he loved Killing,
go over into New England where the
pie consumption is so per cent. greater
than it is in Brooklyn. Build you a
pie factory there. Hit 'eh. Be a bet
ter pie-baker than the 'eh. Be better
than the throats, and buy in
their pieres. All" he cried, as the pos
sibilities and magnitude of them
dawned upon him. Il care not who
makes New Englands shirts; let me
only make her pies And he began
to consider ways and means and OBJ
stacles The i'll success of his Brook
lyn piery' should not be repeated. Dys-
pepsia he knew to be the great New