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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXI, Issue XV, 8 October 1898, Page 476

There is a young woman in New Jersey who runs a farm. Miss Cora Drew—that is her name—is not an ‘advanced’ woman in the sense in which that word is usually accepted. She doesn’t want to vote—although she has a better moral right to do so than many men. Rhe could earn a living in any one of half a dozen different, callings if she wished to. As it is, she contents herself with running a farm, a dairy and a home, attending to every detail from the shoeing of her horses to the cultivation of her prize roses, from mowing to embroidery, from painting to pastry. And still Miss Drew, although an independent woman. is by no means a man hater. She is not a miss of forty, but a girl of nineteen—plucky, pretty, preserving and picturesque. She is tall, of fine figure, with handsome, laughing face, perfect teeth and complexion, and hands that but very slightly indicate the tremendous amount of work they have performed.