Malcolm A. R. 'Stretch' Poole   :   54-87 French
Malcolm A R Poole, 12th June 1923 – 4th December 2005. Mrs
Pamela Poole (née Dobie), 27 December 1933 – 23 January 2016

Chris Snuggs: "M.A.R.P. - as he always signed his "Janus" articles - was a towering presence at WHS, and not just because of his height, which earned him his nickname from early in the school's life. For nearly three decades he made an immense contribution to WHS, as teacher, Housemaster and sailing supremo. And he taught me French for 6 years and inspired me to become a teacher of French myself.  I met him once again in the early 2000s and was able to thank him. "I'm glad you found your niche," he said over lunch in the Butt & Oyster. Unforgettable days."

Chris Fuller 2003: "‘Stretch’ Poole was a master who had the gift of being a figure of authority whilst at the same time being a ‘mate’, and being able to convey to one which particular aspect was appropriate at any given time without a word being spoken. In addition to his academic duties he ran the Sea Cadet Corps and the ‘Sailing Club’, as it was known in my day, in a very friendly manner without compromising the safety of the boys under his charge. In about the fourth form I decided that I enjoyed hauling capsizers out of the Orwell rather more than waiting around in the freezing water to be hauled out myself. I will be forever in Stretch’s debt for the judgement/courage that he showed in allowing me to command the rescue cutter (a not inconsiderable piece of kit in terms of size and value) with very little input from him. It did wonders for my self confidence.

He also showed a great deal of forbearance when I managed to run it aground one Sunday afternoon on a falling tide which required me to go and own up and request permission to miss the Sunday Service to retrieve it when the tide had risen again – it was granted without a word of admonishment as I recall. His French lessons were a mixture of hard work and fun, especially the anecdotes and it is a shame that I let him down by not getting a pass in the written 'O' Level (the oral was alright). Anyway, by that time Shakey was teaching me French (or trying to)."

Malcolm Poole