His story was Dickensian. At age eleven, having only ever been called “Boy,” he’d chosen the name King Fields for himself. The moniker was inspired by advertisement painted on the east side of the barn: a winsome brunette holding a king-size pack of Chesterfield cigarettes. In the shade of that barn, King practiced with a Svengali deck he’d palmed from the five-and-dime. He worked the tricks over and again until they were clean. And, when he was ready, the boy packed his practical magic and hopped a freight train. Unlike some other young buskers in the city, King wasn’t a con. He had a good act and he got good tips in his hat. King was much like his Ambitious Card trick, wherein the selected card continually rises to the top after being placed in the middle of the deck. And so, through luck and circumstance, he rose to become King Fields - Master of Deception. His shows were advertised everywhere from bright marquees to barn sides. And his matchless talent as a magician was what gained the attention of the Company.