WILLIAM M. CLAYBAUGH, a retired stockbroker, died Nov. 24, 2013. He was 82. A member of Psi Upsilon, he served in the U.S. Navy. Among those who survive are his wife, Jane Simmons Claybaugh, four children, 11 grandchildren, two great-grandchildren, and a nephew, Richard S. Wortley ’76.
STUART GOLDSMITH, 82, a corporate executive and international businessman, died July 23, 2013. A member of Alpha Delta Phi, he received his degree with honors and with high distinction in history and literature. After serving in U.S. Navy Intelligence, he received an MBA from Harvard Business School and began his career in international business. His wife, Ann Crombie, predeceased him.
Richard “Dixie” Sanger ’52 offers these reflections on his friend:
I have the sad duty of reporting the death of Stuart Goldsmith on July 23, 2013, at his home in Bellport, NY.
Chip had been in declining health for years, but as recently as last March, when Maggie and I visited him at his winter home in Florida, had seemed to have staged another of his remarkable recoveries. We had a lovely time dining with him and, of course wining with him (although you will be glad to know I abstained) and enjoyed the company of a couple of his lady friends, being careful never to acknowledge the existence of the one in the presence of the other.
Chip was in good spirits, moving around without too much discomfort, and still driving, although not well. (Nothing new in that; he was always a better guide than driver.) Shortly after returning to Long Island for the summer, however, he fell ill again. From a distance, our best diagnosis is that his much-repaired heart finally gave out; this time there were no more medical miracles to performed. Chip had enjoyed nearly 25 years of borrowed time; his first heart attack, which hit as he was hustling to board a plane at what was then Washington National Airport, would have killed him had it not taken place with skilled help (and a defibrillator) right at hand.
Last Friday he was taken off all life-support devices save an oxygen inhalator, and sent home from Stony Brook Medical Center. The doctors told him he might live two more hours, or two more weeks. He called a few friends, including Maggie and me, to say goodbye. I was able to tell him I loved him and that I would pray for him, whether he liked it or not.
As you may know, Chip had little use for organized religion; he acknowledged that there might be some cosmic Power beyond his understanding, but would never accept the idea of what he called “an interventionist God.” Ironically, he was the kid with the religious upbringing; I came from an essentially pagan home. In his teens he was an acolyte at Wilmington’s Trinity Church, where in 1953 he would be invited to be best man at my marriage to Margaret Marvel. (Delayed by problems on the Pennsylvania Railroad’s main line north of Wilmington, he arrived — in his officers’ training sailor suit — just in time to see Maggie and me emerge from the church.)
Chip was my oldest friend. We met when he was eight and I had just turned nine. Our fathers — both mechanical engineers — worked together building paper-making machines at the Pusey & Jones Corp. on Wilmington’s riverfront. My brother Frank, 13 years older than I, was at the Naval Academy at the time and had gotten tickets to the Army-Navy game in Philadelphia. The Frank Sangers and the Phil Goldsmiths were going up from Wilmington together. The families assembled at the Goldsmiths’ home in Wawaset, where I first met their son (an only child), Chip. Oddly, the first home Maggie and I owned — a couple of decades later — was the other half of this semi-detached house on Macdonough Road.
Many will remember Stuart as a serious student who graduated with high distinction from Wesleyan. What many of you may not realize, however, is that in an earlier incarnation he was an equally serious jock who showed little promise as a scholar. At Wilmington Friends School, he was the shortstop who backed me up — and first gave me the nickname “Dixie” — when I was on the mound pitching. Sent off to Macdonough, a military school in Baltimore, for an infraction that was never fully disclosed, he went on to play quarterback in a league where Friends School’s Quakers could never have held their own.
I might never have been a Wesleyan Alpha Delt but for Chip, and Chip might never have been one but for me. Chip’s cousin, Ann Hamm, was dating Brother Bob Ludlum in 1948, when I was recruited to go to Wesleyan. Through Chip and his family, I met Bob and actually got to know him and some of the other brothers — Carl Wright, Jack Easton, Gigs Gamon — when I visited them with my friend Mark Attix at a lakeside resort where they were working. Ludlum saw to it that I pledged Alpha Delt, and a year later I did the same for Chip when he followed along to Wesleyan.
After that, it was OCS and a lengthy, if mysterious, career as a Cold Warrior, first in Naval Intelligence and, after Harvard Business School, in what he said was simply international business. Whatever it was, he and Ann traveled the world, in and out of London and Tokyo like commuters and coming to roost in hot spots like Nairobi and Cairo. Along the way, he earned the respect of many for his business acumen and the admiration of others for his cosmopolitan lifestyle. He loved the theater and the opera. He collected fine art as he journeyed around the world. He followed current events with considerable passion, and gave generously in support of his principles. He even ran for the local school board, won, and served until the “teachers’ union,” one of the objects of his sometimes vitriolic scorn, rose up and unseated him.
Stuart leaves no immediate survivors. His beloved Ann died three years ago; his own death occurred on what would have been their 53rd wedding anniversary. As he wished, there will be no funeral. His remains will go where he wanted — with Ann’s, on the waters of the Great South Bay.
JOSEPH H. McCABE, who retired as international credit manager at the Stanley Works after a 40-year career there, died Aug. 8, 2013, at age 83. The brother of James E. McCabe of the class of 1939, he was a member of Eclectic. He played first base for Wesleyan’s varsity baseball team. Survivors include his three children, three grandchildren, and several nieces and nephews, as well as the mother of his children, Roberta King McCabe. One daughter predeceased him.
ROBERT M. PHELPS, a retired dentist, died Jan. 3, 2013. He was 87. A member of Alpha Delta Phi, he served in the U.S. Army during World War II. He received his bachelor’s and dental degrees from Western Reserve University. Among those who survive are two sons.
LEONARD M. LEIMAN, 82, an attorney and partner in Fulbright & Jaworski, died Oct. 30, 2013. A member of Sigma Nu, he received his degree with honors and with distinction in government. After receiving his law degree from Harvard University, where he was an editor of the Harvard Law Review, he clerked for Appeals Court Judge Learned Hand and for Supreme Court Justice John Marshall Harlan. He joined the former law firm Reavis & McGrath in 1956, becoming a partner and playing an important role in the firm’s merger with Fulbright & Jaworski, and he remained of counsel to the multinational law firm Norton Rose Fulbright. He practiced securities law, advised many nonprofits, and counseled numerous companies on how to navigate complex regulatory environments. He was a member of the Municipal Securities Rulemaking Board, a member of the Legal Affairs Committee of the New York Stock Exchange, and was past chair of the Committee on Securities Regulation of the Association of the Bar of the City of New York. He also taught corporate and securities law as a visiting professor at the University of Pennsylvania, Yale University, and New York University law schools. His wife, Joan Maisel Leiman, survives, as do his son, Alan J. Leiman ’85, his daughter, three grandchildren, his sister, and an extended family.
CHARLES JACKSON HOOVER SR., an executive and mortgage broker, died Apr. 8, 2012, at age 82. A member of Delta Upsilon, he was the brother of the late Walter B. Hoover Jr. ’49, M.D. Predeceased by his wife, Joan Salvucci Hoover, among those who survive are two sons, including Charles Jackson Hoover Jr. ’75, two grandsons, and his sister.
J. BRUCE CARLOCK, 87, who retired as professor of English at Erskine College, died Apr. 5, 2013. He was a member of Beta Theta Pi and received his PhD from the University of South Carolina. A U.S. Air Force veteran of World War II, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War, he also wrote and produced musical comedies. His wife, Ruth McCardle Carlock, a son, and a daughter predeceased him. He is survived by a daughter, a son, and six grandchildren.
EDWARD CANNEL, a writer, reporter, and syndicated columnist, died July 17, 2013, at age 84. A member of Alpha Chi Rho, he received his degree with high distinction in creative writing and received a master’s degree from the Columbia University School of Journalism. His reporting career took him around the world, and he received an Overseas Press Club prize for coverage of Africa. He was a syndicated columnist for the New York World Telegram and Sun. An on-camera essayist for several networks, he also authored four books, a play, an adult literacy program, and a program for the piano entitled “How to Play the Piano Despite Years of Lessons.” Predeceased by his wife, Elaine Applestein Cannel, he is survived by Doris Shulman Brenman, members of his family, and friends around the world.
ANTHONY ALLEN AMENTA, 87, professor emeritus at California State University, Long Beach, died Feb. 16, 2013. A member of the Commons Club and of Sigma Chi, he received his degree with high distinction in creative writing and then earned a master’s degree from Wesleyan the following year. During World War II he served in the U.S. Navy. After working as a writer and an award-winning film director for a number of corporations, he joined the faculty at California State University, where he taught courses in film and scriptwriting while continuing to write for various publications and corporations. A musician, he played drums and piano semi-professionally and published a number of songs. Survivors include his wife, Mary Bonvino Amenta, three children, and a cousin, Peter S. Amenta Jr. ’50. He was the cousin of Louis O. LaBella, M.D., of the class of 1920, the nephew of Italo M Amenta of the class of 1932, and the cousin of A. Robert Gordon of the class of 1941.
CHESTER J. DZIALO, a retired attorney and the co–founder of the Middletown, Conn., law firm of Dzialo, Pickett & Allen, P.C., died Mar. 16, 2010. He was 85. A member of Sigma Nu, he received his law degree from Catholic University of America. During World War II he served in the U.S. Army and landed on Utah Beach during the Normandy invasion on D–Day. He served on numerous boards in the Middletown area. Predeceased by both of his wives, Doris Griskhkat Dzialo and Barbara Jackson Dzialo, he is survived by eight nieces and nephews, two stepchildren, and several special friends.
