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98. Follower of the Emperor Maximilian. With Mejía and Miramón,/ I followed Maximilian;/ But the valiant Mexican people / Sent us with him to the grave.
98. Follower of the Emperor Maximilian. With Mejía and Miramón,/ I followed Maximilian;/ But the valiant Mexican people / Sent us with him to the grave.

98. Follower of the Emperor Maximilian. With Mejía and Miramón,/ I followed Maximilian;/ But the valiant Mexican people / Sent us with him to the grave.

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  • 100 Original Woodcuts by Posada
Artist (Mexican, 1852 - 1913)
Date1947
ClassificationsPrint
MediumColor woodcut
Dimensions3 1/8 x 2 3/4 in.
Credit LineGift of Jack Lord
Object number1973.120
22. Politician. And, so, with abject hand/, I arrived, a great post to occupy;/ Was not I a good Mexican?/ I am laughing and ...that is all!!
22. Politician. And, so, with abject hand/, I arrived, a great post to occupy;/ Was not I a good Mexican?/ I am laughing and ...that is all!!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
55. The Rustic Official. Señor Don Emeterio,/ Mayor of a rustic village,/ Took grave and formal measures/ Against the epidemic—/ He enlarged the cemetery!
55. The Rustic Official. Señor Don Emeterio,/ Mayor of a rustic village,/ Took grave and formal measures/ Against the epidemic—/ He enlarged the cemetery!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
65. Calaveras. The Englishman’s a calavera./ A scamp? Yes, Sir!/ The French are calaveras too;/ The Chinaman, the American,/ The Pope and all the Cardinals,/ Kings and dukes and counselors/ And the chief of state./ In the tomb they are equal—/ Calaveras in the grave.
65. Calaveras. The Englishman’s a calavera./ A scamp? Yes, Sir!/ The French are calaveras too;/ The Chinaman, the American,/ The Pope and all the Cardinals,/ Kings and dukes and counselors/ And the chief of state./ In the tomb they are equal—/ Calaveras in the grave.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
17. Epicure. The doctor— he restricts and restricts!/ In my diet I do not follow him./ After all Death is lean, not fat,/ And so cannot carry me away.
17. Epicure. The doctor— he restricts and restricts!/ In my diet I do not follow him./ After all Death is lean, not fat,/ And so cannot carry me away.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
70. Politician. Politician Matienso’s wife— /How well she knows her husband!/ He only has to say, “I think....”/ And she brings him food at once,
70. Politician. Politician Matienso’s wife— /How well she knows her husband!/ He only has to say, “I think....”/ And she brings him food at once,
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
30. Hallowe’en Advice. Put no trust in people,/ They are treacherous in truth./ Well, me, I like the mad-caps/ They do not steal my very teeth!
30. Hallowe’en Advice. Put no trust in people,/ They are treacherous in truth./ Well, me, I like the mad-caps/ They do not steal my very teeth!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Yo por el pueblo trabajo,/ Viva la igualdad, ¡que viva!/ La igualdad…con los de arriba,/ Pero no con los de abajos. (69. Public Servant. I work for the people!/ Long live equality! Viva!/ Equality— with those who are above me,/ Never with those below.)
Yo por el pueblo trabajo,/ Viva la igualdad, ¡que viva!/ La igualdad…con los de arriba,/ Pero no con los de abajos. (69. Public Servant. I work for the people!/ Long live equality! Viva!/ Equality— with those who are above me,/ Never with those below.)
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
78. Pharmacist. Is something wrong? Let us fix it!/ Don’t let is grow and not be checked.../ All, in time, can be cured. / (Shake well before using!)
78. Pharmacist. Is something wrong? Let us fix it!/ Don’t let is grow and not be checked.../ All, in time, can be cured. / (Shake well before using!)
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Image Not Available for 12. All Hallow’s Eve. At last the day of all the dead has arrive,/ On which they rejoice, replete with pleasures without number./ In place of sad mourning for ourselves,/ Let us, with laughs and pulque, go cry in our cups.
12. All Hallow’s Eve. At last the day of all the dead has arrive,/ On which they rejoice, replete with pleasures without number./ In place of sad mourning for ourselves,/ Let us, with laughs and pulque, go cry in our cups.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
75. The Editor’s Reward. Having given us his best,/ He gets only criticism;/ Better— he should hear/ The heavenly flutes of angels.
75. The Editor’s Reward. Having given us his best,/ He gets only criticism;/ Better— he should hear/ The heavenly flutes of angels.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
84. Pretentious Coquette. The pretentious coquette/ Puts all she has in clothes./ In her Sunday best she’s off/ To the town square to glitter./ There she also helps the petty thieves/ Make simpletons of people./ Taking advantage of the shrubbery,/ They rob them of their money,/ Giving them their just desserts.
84. Pretentious Coquette. The pretentious coquette/ Puts all she has in clothes./ In her Sunday best she’s off/ To the town square to glitter./ There she also helps the petty thieves/ Make simpletons of people./ Taking advantage of the shrubbery,/ They rob them of their money,/ Giving them their just desserts.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
91. Life’s Gifts. For the persevering there’s the forge;/ For the ambitious, fate; For cultured people, water;/ And for the fools, wine.
91. Life’s Gifts. For the persevering there’s the forge;/ For the ambitious, fate; For cultured people, water;/ And for the fools, wine.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947