Kings of the Turf

A History of the AJC Derby From 1861 to 1984


The Author at Randwick

Why a book on the history of the A.J.C. Derby?  Well, why not?  Yesterday, when I was young, and first became interested in the noble sport of horseracing, I devoured all of the books on the history of the Australian Turf upon which I could get my hands.  Alas, the supply was sparse. Unlike most other sports in Australia, cricket and football come to mind, the Australian Turf had been poorly served over the years regarding literature. Oh, back then in the 1960s and 1970s there were good works by occasional writers on specific races or horses.

Maurice Cavanough and Meurig Davies’s “Cup day: the story of the Melbourne Cup” and Cavanough’s “The Caulfield Cup” are cases in point.  Each book was published upon the centenary of each race, i.e. 1960 and 1976 respectively, and afforded a tantalising yet superficial glimpse into the past, necessarily limited by cost constraints and the difficulties of the respective publishing bodies, F. W. Cheshire and the Victoria Amateur Turf Club.  Isabel Carter’s “Phar Lap – The Story of the Big Horse” (1964) left me thirsting for more.  These books were supplemented, of course, by racing magazines such as Sports Novel, Racetrack, Turf Monthly, and Australian Thoroughbreds.  There was a smattering of earlier books although mostly lightweight stuff such as Nat Gould’s “On and Off the Turf in Australia” (1895) and Clive Inglis’s “Horsesense” and “More Horsesense” (published 1950 and 1959).

The Australian Turf has been better served regarding reference books. Mr W. J. McFadden’s magisterial publications “Thoroughbred Sires of Australia and New Zealand” and “Thoroughbred Families of Australia and New Zealand” are indispensable to any understanding of Australian bloodstock.  Douglas M. Barrie’s “The Australian Bloodhorse” was also an important adjunct to the Australian Stud Book and the New Zealand Stud Book.  The Australian (Australasian) Turf Registers furnished the bare facts about racecourse performance together with useful guidelines on bloodstock sales,  The annual “Millers Guide” provided a useful summary of the previous winners of major Australian races and at the same time proffered a useful form guide to each year’s Caulfield and Melbourne Cup entries.  Peter Pring’s series of books published under the imprimatur of “The Thoroughbred Press” proved of enduring value.  I refer to that vade mecum “Analysis of Champion Racehorses” (1977); “Key Thoroughbreds of Australia and New Zealand” (1980); “Major Australian Races and Racehorses 1960-1980” (1980); Thoroughbred Encyclopaedia of Australia and New Zealand” (1981); and “The Star Kingdom Story” (1983).

There were other good publications during the 1980s on the Australian Turf, a trend that has increased in the years since.  “The Australian and New Zealand Thoroughbred” by Ross Du Bourg in 1980; “Champions” and “More Champions” by Tony Arrold in 1980 and 1983 respectively; “Notable Australian Thoroughbreds” by Alister Taylor in 1981; “A Century of Winners” by Bill Ahern in 1982; “The Story of the Golden Slipper Stakes” by Warwick Hobson in 1984; “Gentlemen of the Australian Turf” by David Hickie in 1986; “The History of the Australian Thoroughbred” by Harold Freedman and Andrew Lemon in three volumes from 1987 are but some examples.

In the decade of the 1990s and beyond many more informative books on Australian horseracing have appeared as publishing became cheaper and more widely available through independent publishing houses.  The trickle became a flood. Good recent examples include “Wenona Girl – The Forgotten Champion” by Graham Caves; “The Master’s Touch – Racing with Etienne de Mestre” by Keith Patterson; “Heroes and Champions” by Bob Charley; “Tulloch – A Mighty Champion” by Ken Linnett; and the absolutely splendid “Horsemen of the First Frontier (1788-1900)” by Keith Binney. However, there is still no book exclusively focused on the Australian Jockey Club and its classic race, the A.J.C. Derby.  No other horse race in Australia can boast of the quality of winners on its honour roll from such an early date, 1861 until its last spring running in 1977.  How’s this for a list of great Australian gallopers during these years: Yattendon, The Barb, Florence, Richmond, Robinson Crusoe, Nellie, Grand Flaneur, Navigator, Le Grand, Trident, Abercorn, Camoola, Amberite, Maltster, Noctuiform, Poseidon, Mountain King, Prince Foote, Cetigne, Biplane, Gloaming, Artilleryman, Rivoli, Ballymena, Heroic, Manfred, Rampion, Trivalve, Phar Lap, Ammon Ra, Peter Pan, Hall Mark, Nuffield, Reading, Carbon Copy, Tulloch, Royal Sovereign, Prince Grant, Imagele, and Taras Bulba.

The scope of this website is to cover the history of the Australian Jockey Club Derby from its first tentative inception in 1861 (albeit in a different guise) through to its refinement and reincarnation in 1865 as the Australian Derby Stakes.  I shall cover every A.J.C. Derby thenceforth and continue my narrative right up to the last springtime running of the race in 1977.  The historic decision of the Australian Jockey Club to then transfer the event from the spring to the autumn necessarily changed the character of, and my interest in, the race.  There is something about the pulse of youth in the burgeoning spring – whether man or horse – when anything seems possible.  Autumn is different. Nonetheless, I shall cover the first few A.J.C. Derbies after the transition from the spring to the autumn, just to demonstrate how much the landscape changed.  Each chapter will sketch a brief profile of the winner; his or her breeding; and the men associated with the horse be it breeder, owner, trainer or jockey.  The winner of the Derby will not necessarily be the primary focus of every chapter.  There are some years (1903, 1943 and 1944 come to mind) when the attention will be on one of the other runners in the race because he or she proves the more interesting subject.

How well I remember my first visit to the racecourse.  I was a toddler when I went with my Dad and older brother to Rosehill in 1957 to watch Tulloch win the Guineas.  My memories of the day are flickering and hazy, like one of those old Movietone newsreels shown at the State Theatre in the fifties.  There were other visits to other racecourses, but it wasn’t until Sydney Cup Day in 1966 in company with my Dad that I first set foot on Randwick and experienced its grandeur and its glory.  That splendid theatre where both the comedy and the tragedy of the human heart have played themselves out so often down the years.  It wasn’t exactly secret men’s business, but being there with Dad, it appealed as such a grown-up thing to do!  The place had a language and culture all of its own and conspiracy seemed to hang in the air. The Derby hero of the previous spring, Prince Grant, won the Cup that day in the hands of the peerless George Moore.  I loved the atmosphere then, and I love it still, despite the best efforts of some feckless racing administrators in the years since to trash the very traditions that made Randwick Racecourse so special.

Prince Grant & George Moore on Sydney Cup Day 1966

In 1966, Randwick was still a place of pomp and circumstance, with a rich palette of colours and extravagant pageantry.  The grandstand flags fluttering and snapping in the breeze; the musical band striking up a tune on the concourse; the shimmering of jockeys’ silks in the saddling paddock awaiting the order to ‘mount up’; the call to the post of the race-day bugler, resplendent in his red jacket and black top hat as his trumpet blasts punctuated the air; the autumn foliage – a wonder of russet, crimson and gold.  The thoroughbreds dancing on the greensward, their coats rubbed and curried to the sheen of satin; amidst gardens of salvia, foxglove, primula, and pansies – explosions of red, white, blue, yellow and purple.  I remember the ladies, particularly the ladies, perfumed and pomaded, and the elegance and glamour of the fashions on the field. Oh! And of course, the hats, those extravagant hats!

A.J.C. Racebook

There was even the faint whiff of the luxurious mystery of the cigar divan and the noisy clatter of the oyster bar.  I was intrigued by the hoisting of the various coloured flags on the semaphore pole: red – winner weighed in all right; green – protest entered; red over green – protest dismissed; white over green – protest upheld.  I can remember gazing down the list in the racebook of past place-getters in the All Aged Stakes and the Sydney Cup and dreaming about races I’d never seen.  I remember the cultured and mellifluous tones of the course broadcaster, Geoff Mahoney, wafting across the racecourse.  I was too young to bet in those days, and I remember only too well the detritus of losing bookmakers’ betting tickets, as Dad and I walked off the course after the last, with the setting sun bruising the distant clouds with a purple tinge.  I knew I’d be back.  I just didn’t realise how often.

So, what qualifications do I have to write such a chronicle?  None!  And, I might add, Dr Samuel Johnson once famously pronounced that no man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money.  Be that as it may, I’ve always wanted to write a history of the A.J.C. Derby and I would argue that my qualifications are as good as anyone else’s.  In truth, I am but a poor punter who struts and frets his hour upon the racecourse and then is heard no more.  Well, at least heard no more with the singular exception of this ‘Kings of the Turf’ website.  And, with due apologies to the Bard, hopefully not as a tale, told by an idiot full of sound and fury and signifying nothing.  Rather, a tale told by a devotee that opens a portal to the past, a platform to more fully study the men and horses that have graced the Randwick Turf down through the years.

And make no mistake.  The ‘Kings’ in the title refers just as much to the men that owned, trained, and rode those horses contending for the Derby prize, as it does to the horses themselves.  When I set out on this journey, it was to gain a greater understanding of the character of the men, and the quality of the horses, that made the Derby.  In this age of equality: “What of the Queens of the Turf?”, I hear you ask.  Too few, too few to mention – is my response.  In all of those years from 1861 through to the final springtime running of the Derby in 1977, only three fillies ever won the race, and not one winner was ever trained by a woman, officially or unofficially.  So, this is a book overwhelmingly about the male of the species, whether it be man or horse.

I speak of owners, breeders and patrons such as Edward Deas Thomson; Charles and Hurtle Fisher; George Petty; Charles Tindal; Alfred Cheeke; George, John and Thomas Lee; Alexander Mackellar; Walter McEvilly; Joe Thompson; Thomas Clibborn; the Hon. James White; Andrew Town; Walter Hall; Henry Dangar; Herbert Power; Humphrey Oxenham; William Long; Joshua Bell; Donald Wallace;  John Clark Bowden; Spencer Gollan; Robert Orr, William Bailey; William Gannon; William Wilson; Samuel Hordern; Henry White; John McDonald; John Brown; Agar Wynne; George Stead; Hugh Denison; James Watt; George Greenwood; Joe O’Brien; Sol Green; Ernest Clarke; James Barnes; Henry Knight; Frank and Percy Reynolds; George Main; Percy Miller; Herbert Thompson; Jack Corteen; Ben Chaffey; Rodney Dangar; Charlie Kellow; Ned Moss; John and Walter Brunton; Alan Cooper; Harry Tancred; John Wren; Frank Spurway; Adolph Basser; Ken Austin; Ernie Williams; Joe Harris; Len Haley; Brian Crowley; Bill Bradshaw; Jack Mandel; Bill Noonan; Perc Galea; Stan Fox; Tony McSweeney; Felipe Ysmael; and Jack and Bob Ingham, to name just some.

I speak of trainers such as Etienne de Mestre; John Tait; Thomas Ivory; James Wilson senior and junior; Michael Fennelly; Thomas Payten; Harry Rayner; Joe Burton; Tom Lamond; John Allsop; James Monaghan; Eli Jellett; Mark Thompson; Sam Fielder; James Scobie; Frank McGrath; Dick Mason; Ike Earnshaw; Dan O’Brien; Frank Marsden; Fred Williams; Fred Jones; Cecil Godby; Jack Jamieson; George Price; Tom McGrath; Stan Lamond; George Anderson; Harry Telford; Jack Holt; Fred Hoysted; Jack Cush; Dan Lewis; Ted Hush; Frank Dalton; Tommy Smith; Maurice McCarten; Jack Green; Dick Roden; Leo O’Sullivan; Jack Montgomery; Jack Denham; Syd Brown; George Hanlon; and Bart Cummings to name just some.

And I speak also of jockeys such as Johnny Driscoll; Johnny Higgerson; Sam Holmes; Charlie Stanley; ‘Bricky’ Colley; Jimmy Ashworth; Joe Morrison; James Barden; Tom Hales; Ernie Huxley; Matt Harris; Bobbie Lewis; Tom Clayton; Tom Brown; Jim Pike; Bill McLachlan; Ben Deeley; Albert Wood; Myles Connell; Bunty Brown; Billy Duncan; Maurice McCarten; Jimmy and Darby Munro; Ted Bartle; Andy Knox; Billy Cook; Reg Heather; Athol Mulley; Jack Thompson; George Moore; Neville Sellwood; Ray Selkrig; Mel Schumacher; and Kevin Langby to name just some.

Of the vast majority of those men mentioned above, let alone those referred to in the following pages and not mentioned above, very little has been previously written in either racing biographies or histories.  In many cases, I didn’t even know what many of the men and horses looked like.  When I first started to write this chronicle, studying old newspapers meant going to the State Library of N.S.W. and accessing the actual original publication.  Over time this changed to microfilm and microfiche but still required a physical visit to Macquarie St.  Now, of course, with the wonders of Trove, most of the old newspapers are available at the touch of a button on a computer screen, without even the bother of having to leave your own living room or office.

However, when I now read these pages of ‘Kings of the Turf’, my mind goes back twenty years and more to those first, tentative days when I began this project.  As I sat amidst the silence of the stone walls of the Mitchell Library, opposite the Royal Botanical Gardens, and read those dry, yellowing and faded extracts of newspapers, remnants of a vanished age, the sporting world of which they were a part seemed to take shape before my very eyes.  A venerable air of antiquity seemed to rise from them like the fumes from an alchemist’s Alembic, and I was transported back in time to an almost forgotten past.  I can remember often quitting the library precinct and almost expecting to see horse and buggy teams passing Shakespeare Place as I emerged into the blaze of sunlight.  Perhaps you, too, may catch some faint echo or a flitting glimpse of that past as you read these pages and study some of the old photographs reproduced from the newspapers of the time.

Finally, permit me to say thanks to quite a few of those that feature in this chronicle.  Horses don’t talk, but people do, and some of you have helped me down the years in putting this story together.   There are too many of you to name, and sadly, some have even departed the racecourse, but you know who you are, and what you have done to help bring these pages to life.  There is a generosity of spirit about racing people that seems altogether disproportionate to the general community as a whole.  Why is it so?  Perhaps it is the fact that the racecourse is one long lesson in humility – whether as a breeder, owner, trainer, jockey, strapper or punter.  At the track, losing days are far more numerous than winning ones, but it is that eternal optimism of the Wilkins Micawber in us all that guarantees we back up after our previous start, something that the horses we bet on don’t always do. Anyway, enough of my wellspring of nostalgia.  Why not climb aboard for the ride?  I’ll be steering my pen on the snaffle, and I can promise that there will be nothing soft about its mouth.  And entre nous, together, I’m sure we’ll get the trip.




  1. Roger Coleman

    Hi Ian, I discovered your website 6 months ago by chance when looking for photos of Wenona Girl (one of my heroes) and have been reading it avidly ever since. Through it I have re-met many old friends and delight in your writing style, because we have much in common. This will require a few words about myself. I arrived in Australia in 1956 on my 13th birthday, spending a year in Hobart and then 25 years in Melbourne. My parents had no interest in racing but I fell in love with the champions of the late 50s and 60s, and it went from there. By the early 80s, through varies travels, I had decided that I should be watching racing in the UK rather than at Caulfield, etc. So, in 1983 I sold up everything in Melb and came to live near Sandown Park, together with a mad keen 5yo son who is now a Bloodstock Agent in Newmarket. I would be delighted to enter into an email exchange with you to discuss all matters racing, particular our views on the horses we both saw from the 50s to the 80s. The worldwide racing community is unique and always find things to discuss (young Tom Marquand not doing bad down there). My email address is included. Best wishes, Roger

    • Ian Ibbett

      Hi Roger, Thanks for taking the time to email me. I’m pleased that you like my ‘Kings of the Turf’ website and it is proving quite popular. I’ve done nothing to promote it but word of mouth from people like yourself seems to do the trick. Anyway, my writing has been a labour of love. How could anyone of that era not have fallen in love with Wenona Girl? Not only could she gallop but she was a smashing looker to boot! There was a quality little book written about her called ‘Wenona Girl – The Forgotten Champion’ by Graham Caves. It isn’t very big but it is very well put together – a bit like the horse herself!

      • Roger Coleman

        Hi Ian, Thanks for your response. Yes I have the Wenona Girl book. I have to say she was the prettiest filly I ever saw and I was fortunate to see a number of her races in Melbourne. The Futurity and a big race at Flemington come to mind. I have always thought that Stanley Wootton changed the course of Australian racing almost singlehandedly. I now live quite close to where he trained at Epsom and there is a little (I think self published) book about the Wootton family that’s worth a read if you can get a copy. Roger

  2. Keith McLeod

    Hi Ian,Could you tell me how many books you have written…..Cheers Keith.

    • Ian Ibbett

      Hi Keith, None! I read them; I don’t write them.

      • Mr Ian Ibbett,

        Thank you for writing this wonderful History, I search Strawberry Road when something relates to him from today. Time Form ratings, Dubai Millennium and Strawb lead me to your magic. Impressive and Brilliant, Accurate and well written!!!

        Writing online, we all would love to see it made into an Australian Television series. If the ABC was truly an AUSTRALIAN representation and not some politically left driven organisation that is a anti-horse racing establishment mirroring the ACT Government’s policies and actions. Given Pharlap’s popularity with not much marketing it should have already commenced production.

        One day after the Caulfield Cup the ABC’s sports section of the news had WAFL players talking about climate change for 5 mins during the sports allocation, The Caulfield cup had 20 seconds of coverage.

        Can we ask the federal Government to please make Melbourne Cup day a nation wide public Holiday?

        Horse Racing was an ancient Olympic event and a huge reason we know Macedonia was a part of Greece. Australia should be honoured to have horse racing as part of its early history and may it continue and be thankful for the Horse loves racing as much as we do.

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