Duke of York Stakes - History

History

A different race called the Duke of York Stakes (or the Duke of York Handicap) was established at Kempton Park in 1892. For most of its history it was run over 1 mile and 2 furlongs, and it usually took place in October. Its winners included Sceptre (1903), Papyrus (1923) and Pharos (1924, 1925). It continued until the late 1950s.

The current version at York was first run in 1968. Although it was titled the Duke of York Stakes, there was no Duke of York at that time. The event was given Group 3 status in 1971, and it was promoted to Group 2 level in 2003.

The leading horses from the Duke of York Stakes often go on to compete in the following month's Golden Jubilee Stakes (formerly the Cork and Orrery Stakes). The last to win both races in the same year was Royal Applause in 1997.

The Duke of York Stakes is usually held on the opening day of York's three-day Dante Festival meeting, the day before the Dante Stakes. It is currently sponsored by Betfred under their totepool brand.

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