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...pioneers who built our nation did not play the game of squash. There were no squash racquets in the first harsh winters at Plymouth. At Shiloh and Chicamauga, at Gettysburg and Manassas, the game of squash was not played. Its province was the bastions of hereditary aristocracy and privilege in Europe and the Occident...

Author: By Nicholas Lemann and Philip Weiss, S | Title: Local Color | 12/16/1975 | See Source »

Jeff Liss Plymouth, Minn...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Forum, Dec. 1, 1975 | 12/1/1975 | See Source »

...over Providence en route to Boston, the pilot turned on his FM radio and heard the announcement for an upcoming concert. Wow! He immediately landed the plane, took a taxi downtown and bought a pair of tickets. Then he resumed his flight. Standing in line at a supermarket in Plymouth, Mass., a young couple was given a handbill bearing similar news. Wow! They left their cart where it was and dashed downtown to buy tickets. And so it went as the word spread. "Is he really coming?" asked a teen-age girl at the ticket window...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: The Masked Man | 11/17/1975 | See Source »

...first road tour in almost two years. It is not a complete surprise: like most rock stars on the concert circuit, Dylan happens to have a new single, Hurricane, just out and an album on the way. But his tour is different. It began, of all places, in Plymouth, where the Pilgrims settled, and it quickly became an oddly timeless journey: a rambling, almost casual camper and bus tour of college towns and blue-collar community halls. Ticket sales for such places as Waterbury, Conn., Durham, N.H., and Niagara Falls were announced five days before the event and then only...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: The Masked Man | 11/17/1975 | See Source »

...indeed. In Plymouth, after a half-hour warmup by the folksy, dungareed, unnamed back-up band, a figure became distinguishable at stage rear. It was a masked man in a gray cowboy hat and black leather jacket, looking slender and spindly, picking his way cautiously forward through the microphones and cables. He gave his guitar a few licks and then, from behind the mask, started singing. The applause began to grow. After a pulsating rendition of an old favorite, It Ain 't Me, Babe, he pulled back the mask to reveal the familiar ironic smile and hawk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: The Masked Man | 11/17/1975 | See Source »

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