In that June of 1931, I felt that I was well prepared to meet the challenges of my profession, music, and to accept the responsibilities of citizenship. I had just been graduated from college with bachelor degrees in music and in philosophy. I had been elected to Phi Beta Kappa. I had given a complete piano recital, written a symphony of four movements, and been awarded a fellowship for study abroad. Besides, I had married the day after graduation. With confidence, I stepped from the steamer at Plymouth, England, on a misty Sunday morning with my bride on my arm.