This teacher planned an autumn outing for her pupils. One bright afternoon, when the sun silvered the country side, and softened the red, yellow and golden tints in the forest, she took her flock to the woods. There were nuts to gather, wild grapes to pick, asters and goldenrod to gather and garlands of autumn tinted leaves to weave. Toward evening, she assembled the children about her in a pretty spot in the woods, and all ate together. Often she allowed the children to have little play parties at which she was the leader. She knew no end of “full-of-fun” games; her pupils never failed to have a good time. She took them out skating. They had snowballing bouts. Even when she wanted her room cleaned and redecorated, she invited her pupils to join her in the task and as they worked away, she wisely directed their efforts. The teacher who is tactful can think of a hundred and one things to do to please and win her pupils. All such affairs must be given to the pupils as expressions of the teacher’s good will. There must be that attitude toward the pupils that indicates to them the teacher’s love for them and her interest and consideration for them. Among such fortunate pupils there will be no hostile ringleaders. All will readily accede to the teacher’s wishes, because she lives with them and for them. Such a teacher keeps her pupils busy with those things that they enjoy doing; they have no time to think of other things, than what the teacher plans for them. The teacher who follows this course will be the “ringleader.” She, too, will be the one whom the pupils unconsciously will imitate and follow. CASE 141 (THIRD GRADE) [Sidenote: Creating a Ringleader] Georgie Bently had just been presented with a beautiful green top as a birthday present. The length of time it would spin when he wound it and gave it just the right fling was something quite wonderful. It was the dearest of all Georgie’s possessions. He took it to school and every few minutes would take it out of his pocket, feel of it caressingly and look at it admiringly. At last he ventured to wind it with the long string in his pocket, so it would “be ready” when the recess period came. At this point in the proceedings, Miss Harriman, his teacher, caught sight of what was going on. “Georgie Bently!” she called out, in a voice so startling that Georgie involuntarily jumped. “Haven’t I told you boys that you mustn’t play with toys and marbles in school time? Bring it right here to me, now.” “There!” she added, as she gave it a careless toss into the drawer of her desk. “You can’t have it again until Friday night.”