How To Tell A Story And Other Essays

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How To Tell A Story And Other Essays
    HOW TO TELL A STORY  
    The Humorous Story an American Development.--Its Difference
     from Comic and Witty Stories.
    I do not claim that I can tell a story as it ought to be told.  I only
     claim to know how a story ought to be told, for I have been almost daily
     in the company of the most expert story-tellers for many years.
    There are several kinds of stories, but only one difficult kind--the
     humorous.  I will talk mainly about that one.  The humorous story is
     American, the comic story is English, the witty story is French.  The
     humorous story depends for its effect upon the manner of the telling;
    the comic story and the witty story upon the matter.
    The humorous story may be spun out to great length, and may wander around
     as much as it pleases, and arrive nowhere in particular; but the comic
     and witty stories must be brief and end with a point.  The humorous story
     bubbles gently along, the others burst.
    The humorous story is strictly a work of art--high and delicate art--
    and only an artist can tell it; but no art is necessary in telling the
     comic and the witty story; anybody can do it.  The art of telling a
     humorous story--understand, I mean by word of mouth, not print--was
     created in America, and has remained at home.
    The humorous story is told gravely; the teller does his best to conceal
     the fact that he even dimly suspects that there is anything funny about
     it; but the teller of the comic story tells you beforehand that it is one
     of the funniest things he has ever heard, then tells it with eager
     delight, and is the first person to laugh when he gets through.  And
     sometimes, if he has had good success, he is so glad and happy that he
     will repeat the “nub” of it and glance around from face to face,
    collecting applause, and then repeat it again.  It is a pathetic thing to
     see.
    Very often, of course, the rambling and disjointed humorous story
     finishes with a nub, point, snapper, or whatever you like to call it.
    Then the listener must be alert, for in many cases the teller will divert
     attention from that nub by dropping it in a carefully casual and
     indifferent way, with the pretence that he does not know it is a nub.
    Artemus Ward used that trick a good deal; then when the belated audience
     presently caught the joke he would look up with innocent surprise, as if
     wondering what they had found to laugh at.  Dan Setchell used it before
     him, Nye and Riley and others use it to-day.
    But the teller of the comic story does not slur the nub; he shouts it at
     you--every time.  And when he prints it, in England, France, Germany, and
     Italy
    , he italicizes it, puts some whooping exclamation-points after it,
    and sometimes explains it in a parenthesis.  All of which is very
     depressing, and makes one want to renounce joking and lead a better life.
    Let me set down an instance of the comic method, using an anecdote which
     has been popular all over the world for twelve or fifteen hundred years.
    The teller tells it in this way:

How To Tell A Story And Other Essays
    THE WOUNDED SOLDIER.
    In the course of a certain battle a soldier whose leg had been shot off
     appealed to another soldier who was hurrying by to carry him to the rear,
    informing him at the same time of the loss which he had sustained;
    whereupon the generous son of Mars, shouldering the unfortunate,
    proceeded to carry out his desire.  The bullets and cannon-balls were
     flying in all directions, and presently one of the latter took the
     wounded man's head off--without, however, his deliverer being aware of
     it.  In no-long time he was hailed by an officer, who said:
    “Where are you going with that carcass?”
    “To the rear, sir--he's lost his leg!”
    “His leg, forsooth?” responded the astonished officer; “you mean his
     head, you booby.”
    Whereupon the soldier dispossessed himself of his burden, and stood
     looking down upon it in great

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