Feeding the Hungry, P. C. Hiebert, 1929

in, accord- ing to Matthew 25. That is our comfort and hope. Of those who were sent from America to Russia, Brother Kratz was permitted to do the least, but his name will not have last place in the history of the great work of relief which the Americans did in Russia. We know that these words of Jesus are for him, “Well done, thou good and faithful servant. Enter thou into the joys of thy Lord.” D. R. Hoeppner, watchmaker, optometrist and relief-worker was born on a small farm near Hillsboro, Kansas, May 4, 1889. He set sail from New York on the French passenger ship, “Le Espagne,” January 7, 1919, and went directly to France to serve under the American Friends Service Committee in the great work of reconstructing the war-devastated areas of France. He was first assigned work in the erection of houses for the returning French refugees, but later was given the work of examining eyes and fitting glasses for the population. After this work came to a close he went to Switzerland and handled several convoys of children from Austria; then distributed food and clothing to the destitute in Austria and Germany under the Emergency Relief Com- mittee of the Mennonites of North America; then went to Poland in the same work. While still busy in Poland he was accepted by the Mennonite Central Committee for work in Russia, where he was first assigned the oversight of feeding operations in Orenburg. Later the directing of reconstruction work in connection with the tractors and the importation of horses from Siberia were added to his duties. After almost eight years of absence, most of which time was given to relief work, he returned to America, 354 FEEDING THE HUNGRY landed in Quebec, Canada, October 1, 1926, and after touring through Canada, arrived at his home, Hillsboro, Kansas, December 21, 1926, where he has now established himself as an optometrist. BRINGING A GRoUP OF CHILDREN TO SWITZERLAND D. R. Hoeppner Far, far away, across the Atlantic, in the Alpine region of southern Europe, surrounded by four countries lies the miniature but oldest Republic, charming little Switzerland. Right on the western side of Lake Geneva in French Switzerland lies Lausanne. It is here that our story begins: ‘““American Mennonites convoying fam- ished Austrian children to Switzerland to save them from sickness and death.” In the early morning hours, before the street cars began their grinding noise, pulling and dashing over the hilly streets we met our special convoy train—bound for Buchs, a Swiss station on the Austrian border. Madame Dr. Berdez, chairman of the committee, her son a physi- cian, some eight relief nurses, and I boarded the train and soon we were speeding over the smooth rails, winding through valleys and tunnels, along the shores of pretty lakes and over pine covered mountains. There was noth- ing to do, but much to see—a newspaper could not dis- tract the attention of the beauty-loving p