As of now, the Eastern Music Educators Conference history is an integral part of the annals of the National Conference. But there was a day in the memory of many, when people who were members of both regarded them as two separate organizations-perhaps not of equal national stature, but at least equal. One was the “Eastern” and one was the “National.” The author, who migrated from the mid-west to become music supervisor in Ithaca, New York-and later (1933-1935) president of the Eastern Conference-tells about those early days in her own delightful way, with liberal help from some Eastern colleagues.

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