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A Territorial on guard one night was walking up and down his beat in a business-like way when one of his chums brought him some pudding, which he was very pleased to get.
He was sitting down in the sentry-box, eating it, when the general of his regiment came up to him in civilian clothes.
The Territorial carried on with his pudding, not noticing the general.
The general said:—
“Do you know who I am?”
“You’re the general’s servant?”
“No; guess again.”
“Well, you’re his butler?”
“No; guess again.”
“Maybe you are the general himself?”
“That’s who I am.”
“Oh, half a mo! Hold this pudding until I present arms.”