Walter Scott Story (June 23, 1879 - June 23, 1955) was an author of children's books and over 140 pulp magazine stories and novelettes.
He was born in Springfield, Massachusetts, the son of Benjamin Franklin Story, a printer from Lyndon, Vermont and Rebecca Jennie Turner of St. Joseph, Michigan. Educated in public schools he began his career in 1895 as an office boy at the Massachusetts Mutual Life Insurance Company in Springfield. On February 27, 1908 he married Margaret Helena Healy. By 1918, they were living in Westfield, Massachusetts and he had become secretary to the president of the company. From 1923-1942, he had moved to East Orange, New Jersey and worked in New York City as the manager of literature for the New York Life Insurance Company. His wife died in 1937. On March 14, 1940, he married Elsie Martha Wolcott. They lived in Maplewood, New Jersey.
Story was the editor of the company's employee magazine, the Mutual Circle, from 1942-1946. He was a member of the Republican Party, the Sons of the American Revolution, the Author's League of America, and was a Mason. At his death, he lived in the borough of Chatham, New Jersey.
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