JUST FOR PRACTICE.
It was a dark night, and in the gloom could be heard the sound of an approaching* horse. ;
"Halt! Who goes there?" barked the picket. "Regimental commander." "Dismount, sir, and advance to be recognised."
The colonel dismounted and came over to the picket, who presented arms with a snap.
"Proceed, sir!", he said.
As he laboriously got back on his horse the colonel, asked: "By the way, who posted you there?" "Oh, nobody,. sir," replied the picket. "I'm only practising."
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Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 123, 20 November 1926, Page 21
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83JUST FOR PRACTICE. Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 123, 20 November 1926, Page 21
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