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88. The Unwashed. Black is your face,/ Black is your skin, your nails;/ Black is your very soul,/ Because you never bathe.
88. The Unwashed. Black is your face,/ Black is your skin, your nails;/ Black is your very soul,/ Because you never bathe.

88. The Unwashed. Black is your face,/ Black is your skin, your nails;/ Black is your very soul,/ Because you never bathe.

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  • 100 Original Woodcuts by Posada
Artist (Mexican, 1852 - 1913)
Date1947
ClassificationsPrint
MediumColor woodcut
DimensionsImage area: 3 3/16 x 2 3/4 in. (8.1 x 7 cm) Sheet: 9 3/16 x 6 5/16 in. (23.3 x 16 cm)
Credit LineGift of Jack Lord
Object number1973.23.88
41. Calavera of the Tailor. You made fine clothes,/ You cut them stylishly/ For men of all habits and ways of life./ You made all kinds;/ Trousers and drawers,/ With buttons and with eyelets;/ And you departed this world, friend tailor,/ To the improvement of your memory/ Among your swindled clients.
41. Calavera of the Tailor. You made fine clothes,/ You cut them stylishly/ For men of all habits and ways of life./ You made all kinds;/ Trousers and drawers,/ With buttons and with eyelets;/ And you departed this world, friend tailor,/ To the improvement of your memory/ Among your swindled clients.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
62. Mess Call. Mess Call! Mess call!/ You shameless ones in barracks/ Now your “grub” awaits you;/ But if war should come—/ You’ll find a change!
62. Mess Call. Mess Call! Mess call!/ You shameless ones in barracks/ Now your “grub” awaits you;/ But if war should come—/ You’ll find a change!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
71. Maturity. My visage strikes you, young man,/ As a vexatious reprimand;/ But when your years have passed fifty/ You will know just what it means.
71. Maturity. My visage strikes you, young man,/ As a vexatious reprimand;/ But when your years have passed fifty/ You will know just what it means.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
20. The Petulant Dolphin. Said a dolphin, criticized,/ “Do you read music?—/ “Nor do I./ “As David said:/ “There’s your harp,/ “Play it yourself!”
20. The Petulant Dolphin. Said a dolphin, criticized,/ “Do you read music?—/ “Nor do I./ “As David said:/ “There’s your harp,/ “Play it yourself!”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
29. The Frivolous Frog “Cru, Cru,”sings the frog,/ “Cru, Cru,” under the water,/ “How I like to see your sister’s petticoats go flashing by.”
29. The Frivolous Frog “Cru, Cru,”sings the frog,/ “Cru, Cru,” under the water,/ “How I like to see your sister’s petticoats go flashing by.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
87. Drunkard. They say that this sad life/ Is lived as a bitter cup./ Is it a bitter drink/ To pass life “in your cups”?
87. Drunkard. They say that this sad life/ Is lived as a bitter cup./ Is it a bitter drink/ To pass life “in your cups”?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
45. The Hard-headed Merchant. I became rich quickly./ How? As a merchant (now you know);/ And, it wasn’t because of flattery;/ I haven’t a foolish hair on my head.
45. The Hard-headed Merchant. I became rich quickly./ How? As a merchant (now you know);/ And, it wasn’t because of flattery;/ I haven’t a foolish hair on my head.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
43. The Foolish Middle Years. For a frivolous woman/ My soul leaps into the unknown./ “Shut that gaping mouth, old fool,/ “You no longer signify.”
43. The Foolish Middle Years. For a frivolous woman/ My soul leaps into the unknown./ “Shut that gaping mouth, old fool,/ “You no longer signify.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
"Please don't bite your nails, dear. You're all I have left."
"Please don't bite your nails, dear. You're all I have left."
Mary Petty
1931
72. The Store of “Fair Prices”. With our fair prices/ We never cheat you—/ But my clerks are astute,/ And know a trick or two.
72. The Store of “Fair Prices”. With our fair prices/ We never cheat you—/ But my clerks are astute,/ And know a trick or two.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
74. Self-Made Man. As a little business man, / I gained a small fortune;/ That was only because I had no boss/ Kicking me around.
74. Self-Made Man. As a little business man, / I gained a small fortune;/ That was only because I had no boss/ Kicking me around.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947