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16. The Ladies. The women of our times/ Are much like filbert nuts./ Of a hundred, one is good;/ And ninety and nine are empty.
16. The Ladies. The women of our times/ Are much like filbert nuts./ Of a hundred, one is good;/ And ninety and nine are empty.

16. The Ladies. The women of our times/ Are much like filbert nuts./ Of a hundred, one is good;/ And ninety and nine are empty.

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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 number1973.38
25. The Contrary Sex. Men are the devil!/ So the ladies say,/ And, yet, immediately, they wish/ For the devil, to carry them away.
25. The Contrary Sex. Men are the devil!/ So the ladies say,/ And, yet, immediately, they wish/ For the devil, to carry them away.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
79. Passée. “How old-fashioned is that lady!”/ Those who see me think or say;/ But, I have much more modesty/ Than the young girls of today.
79. Passée. “How old-fashioned is that lady!”/ Those who see me think or say;/ But, I have much more modesty/ Than the young girls of today.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Image Not Available for 85. Reminiscence. The régimes that have come and gone!/ I have lived in tumultuous times./ I recall the old sword of President Diaz,/ And the cannon of the rebellion.
85. Reminiscence. The régimes that have come and gone!/ I have lived in tumultuous times./ I recall the old sword of President Diaz,/ And the cannon of the rebellion.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
58. Advice to a Young Lady. Do not stroll in the fields/ When the wind is blowing strongly,/ For girls are like flowers/ Which the wind turns wrongly.
58. Advice to a Young Lady. Do not stroll in the fields/ When the wind is blowing strongly,/ For girls are like flowers/ Which the wind turns wrongly.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
94. Calavera of the Policeman. So strict in vigilance,/ So rigorous in duty,/ That he passed scoundrels by./ They made his job a good one!/ This, then, is the bony one;/ He ran this way and that./ And today the only sound he hears is,/ “Rest in peace, amen.”
94. Calavera of the Policeman. So strict in vigilance,/ So rigorous in duty,/ That he passed scoundrels by./ They made his job a good one!/ This, then, is the bony one;/ He ran this way and that./ And today the only sound he hears is,/ “Rest in peace, amen.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
18. Conundrum of the Chair. A chair like this/ People would not fight over./ Which chair is it that causes struggle?/ Why, Man! The Presidential one!
18. Conundrum of the Chair. A chair like this/ People would not fight over./ Which chair is it that causes struggle?/ Why, Man! The Presidential one!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
81. Fat and Stylish. You smell like a fleshy mullein plant— / You bore me without end;/ You’re big enough for two women— / And I’m regretting that I know you.
81. Fat and Stylish. You smell like a fleshy mullein plant— / You bore me without end;/ You’re big enough for two women— / And I’m regretting that I know you.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
39. Drink. Drinking glass after glass— /So much and so hard did I swell,/ That, stewed and without wit,/ I emptied it forthwith.
39. Drink. Drinking glass after glass— /So much and so hard did I swell,/ That, stewed and without wit,/ I emptied it forthwith.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
13. Lecher. It does no good to look at them/ With such intensity;/ It does no good to look at a pastry,/ Unless you are to be the pie.
13. Lecher. It does no good to look at them/ With such intensity;/ It does no good to look at a pastry,/ Unless you are to be the pie.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
46. Reminiscence. Who, on seeing what the present brings,/ Does not lament time gone by?/ Who is it who does not mourn/ That which time has taken away?
46. Reminiscence. Who, on seeing what the present brings,/ Does not lament time gone by?/ Who is it who does not mourn/ That which time has taken away?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
89. Mother-in-law. I have endured grim affliction,/ Hard chains at home,/ I say to anyone, that not even statues/ Of mothers-in-law are good.
89. Mother-in-law. I have endured grim affliction,/ Hard chains at home,/ I say to anyone, that not even statues/ Of mothers-in-law are good.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
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