Henry snapped into one of his soon-to-be celebrated pickles. He chewed slowly while surveying his location: second floor of the Agricultural Building. Equality, it wasn’t.
But it would have to do.
He didn’t have pull with these organizers. It was the Chicago World’s Fair for goodness’ sake. A massive event on a global scale with millions in attendance.
So… how to drive traffic to his secluded booth? Unlimited samples were unaffordable. Time to get creative.
The entrepreneur’s idea became as legendary as his ketchup: cheap plastic pins in the shape of a miniature pickle.
A marketing ploy for the ages.
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