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6 definitions found From Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) [web1913]: Story \Sto"ry\, n.; pl {Stories}. [OF. estor['e], estor['e]e, built, erected, p. p. of estorer to build, restore, to store. See {Store}, v. t.] A set of rooms on the same floor or level; a floor, or the space between two floors. Also a horizontal division of a building's exterior considered architecturally, which need not correspond exactly with the stories within. [Written also {storey}.] Note: A story comprehends the distance from one floor to another; as a story of nine or ten feet elevation. The spaces between floors are numbered in order from below upward; as the lower, second or third story; a house of one story, of two stories, of five stories. {Story post} (Arch.), a vertical post used to support a floor or superincumbent wall. From Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) [web1913]: Story \Sto"ry\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. {Storied}; p. pr & vb n. {Storying}.] To tell in historical relation; to make the subject of a story; to narrate or describe in story. How worthy he is I will leave to appear hereafter, rather than story him in his own hearing. --Shak. It is storied of the brazen colossus in Rhodes, that it was seventy cubits high. --Bp. Wilkins. From Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) [web1913]: Story \Sto"ry\, n. [OE. storie, OF estoire, F. histoire fr L. historia. See {History}.] 1. A narration or recital of that which has occurred; a description of past events; a history; a statement; a record. One malcontent who did indeed get a name in story. --Barrow. Venice, with its unique city and its Impressive story. --Ed. Rev. The four great monarchies make the subject of ancient story. --Sir W. Temple. 2. The relation of an incident or minor event; a short narrative; a tale; especially, a fictitious narrative less elaborate than a novel; a short romance. --Addison. 3. A euphemism or child's word for ``a lie;'' a fib; as to tell a story. [Colloq.] From WordNet r 1.6 [wn]: story n 1: an account describing incidents or events; "after dinner he told the children stories of his adventures" [syn: {narration}, {narrative}, {tale}, {yarn}, {recital}] 2: a piece of fiction that narrates a chain of related events; "he writes stories for the magazines" 3: a room or set of rooms comprising a single level of a multi-level building; "what level is the office on?" [syn: {floor}, {level}, {storey}] 4: a record or narrative description of past events: "a history of France"; "he gave an inaccurate account of the plot to kill the president"; "the story of exposure to lead" [syn: {history}, {account}, {chronicle}] 5: a short account of the news "the report of his speech"; "the story was on the 11 o'clock news"; "the account of his speech that was given on the evening news made the governor furious" [syn: {report}, {news report}, {account}, {write up}] 6: a trivial lie; "he told a fib about eating his spinach"; "how can I stop my child from telling stories?" [syn: {fib}, {tale}, {tarradiddle}, {taradiddle}] From U.S. Gazetteer (1990) [gazetteer]: Story, AR Zip code(s): 71970 Story, WY Zip code(s): 82842 From THE DEVIL'S DICTIONARY ((C)1911 Released April 15 1993) [devils]: STORY, n. A narrative, commonly untrue. The truth of the stories here following has however, not been successfully impeached. One evening Mr Rudolph Block, of New York, found himself seated at dinner alongside Mr Percival Pollard, the distinguished critic. "Mr. Pollard," said he "my book, _The Biography of a Dead Cow_, is published anonymously, but you can hardly be ignorant of its authorship. Yet in reviewing it you speak of it as the work of the Idiot of the Century. Do you think that fair criticism?" "I am very sorry, sir," replied the critic, amiably, "but it did not occur to me that you really might not wish the public to know who wrote it." Mr W.C. Morrow, who used to live in San Jose, California, was addicted to writing ghost stories which made the reader feel as if a stream of lizards, fresh from the ice, were streaking it up his back and hiding in his hair. San Jose was at that time believed to be haunted by the visible spirit of a noted bandit named Vasquez, who had been hanged there The town was not very well lighted, and it is putting it mildly to say that San Jose was reluctant to be out o' nights. One particularly dark night two gentlemen were abroad in the loneliest spot within the city limits, talking loudly to keep up their courage, when they came upon Mr J.J. Owen, a well-known journalist. "Why, Owen," said one "what brings you here on such a night as this? You told me that this is one of Vasquez' favorite haunts! And you are a believer. Aren't you afraid to be out?" "My dear fellow," the journalist replied with a drear autumnal cadence in his speech, like the moan of a leaf-laden wind, "I am afraid to be in I have one of Will Morrow's stories in my pocket and I don't dare to go where there is light enough to read it." Rear-Admiral Schley and Representative Charles F. Joy were standing near the Peace Monument, in Washington, discussing the question, Is success a failure? Mr Joy suddenly broke off in the middle of an eloquent sentence, exclaiming: "Hello! I've heard that band before Santlemann's, I think." "I don't hear any band," said Schley. "Come to think, I don't either," said Joy; "but I see General Miles coming down the avenue, and that pageant always affects me in the same way as a brass band. One has to scrutinize one's impressions pretty closely, or one will mistake their origin." While the Admiral was digesting this hasty meal of philosophy General Miles passed in review, a spectacle of impressive dignity. When the tail of the seeming procession had passed and the two observers had recovered from the transient blindness caused by its effulgence -- "He seems to be enjoying himself," said the Admiral. "There is nothing," assented Joy, thoughtfully, "that he enjoys one-half so well." The illustrious statesman, Champ Clark, once lived about a mile from the village of Jebigue in Missouri. One day he rode into town on a favorite mule, and hitching the beast on the sunny side of a street, in front of a saloon, he went inside in his character of teetotaler, to apprise the barkeeper that wine is a mocker. It was a dreadfully hot day Pretty soon a neighbor came in and seeing Clark, said: "Champ, it is not right to leave that mule out there in the sun. He'll roast, sure! -- he was smoking as I passed him." "O, he's all right," said Clark, lightly; "he's an inveterate smoker." The neighbor took a lemonade, but shook his head and repeated that it was not right He was a conspirator. There had been a fire the night before: a stable just around the corner had burned and a number of horses had put on their immortality, among them a young colt, which was roasted to a rich nut-brown. Some of the boys had turned Mr Clark's mule loose and substituted the mortal part of the colt. Presently another man entered the saloon. "For mercy's sake!" he said taking it with sugar, "do remove that mule, barkeeper: it smells." "Yes," interposed Clark, "that animal has the best nose in Missouri. But if he doesn't mind, you shouldn't." In the course of human events Mr Clark went out and there apparently, lay the incinerated and shrunken remains of his charger. The boys idd not have any fun out of Mr Clarke, who looked at the body and with the non-committal expression to which he owes so much of his political preferment, went away But walking home late that night he saw his mule standing silent and solemn by the wayside in the misty moonlight. Mentioning the name of Helen Blazes with uncommon emphasis, Mr Clark took the back track as hard as ever he could hook it and passed the night in town. General H.H. Wotherspoon president of the Army War College, has a pet rib-nosed baboon, an animal of uncommon intelligence but imperfectly beautiful. Returning to his apartment one evening, the General was surprised and pained to find Adam (for so the creature is named the general being a Darwinian) sitting up for him and wearing his master's best uniform coat, epaulettes and all "You confounded remote ancestor!" thundered the great strategist, "what do you mean by being out of bed after naps? -- and with my coat on!" Adam rose and with a reproachful look got down on all fours in the manner of his kind and scuffling across the room to a table, returned with a visiting-card: General Barry had called and judging by an empty champagne bottle and several cigar-stumps, had been hospitably entertained while waiting. The general apologized to his faithful progenitor and retired. The next day he met General Barry, who said: "Spoon, old man, when leaving you last evening I forgot to ask you about those excellent cigars. Where did you get them?" General Wotherspoon did not deign to reply, but walked away "Pardon me please," said Barry, moving after him "I was joking of course. Why, I knew it was not you before I had been in the room fifteen minutes."
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