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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!”

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!”

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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 number1973.42
60. Ghosts. They frighten! Don’t cross yourself!/ They moan! Midnight sounds!/ Again, Dead Man, do you follow me?/ Quiet yourself, my stomach!
60. Ghosts. They frighten! Don’t cross yourself!/ They moan! Midnight sounds!/ Again, Dead Man, do you follow me?/ Quiet yourself, my stomach!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
32. Unrequited Love. You loved me!— So you told me./ Who was it who loved first?/ When I loved, you did not— /And now that you do, I do not.
32. Unrequited Love. You loved me!— So you told me./ Who was it who loved first?/ When I loved, you did not— /And now that you do, I do not.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
2. Politics. Said a leader earnestly:/ “As they paint it, I jump it,/ “And even if they didn’t, I would jump;/ “For he how lags, loses.”
2. Politics. Said a leader earnestly:/ “As they paint it, I jump it,/ “And even if they didn’t, I would jump;/ “For he how lags, loses.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
28. Drunkard. The fault was cruel Destiny’s,/ Which willed me such a name /They said: “Go forth, Albino” /And to the wine I went.
28. Drunkard. The fault was cruel Destiny’s,/ Which willed me such a name /They said: “Go forth, Albino” /And to the wine I went.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
86. Monopolist. I raised the price of beans;/ I cornered the market on corn./ And where do you want to put/ The grim memories of me.
86. Monopolist. I raised the price of beans;/ I cornered the market on corn./ And where do you want to put/ The grim memories of me.
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
73. Statesman. He said, with an austere voice: / “Two statesmen, which shall we choose?/ “Don Justo lacks tact, / “And Don Justino is exact.”
73. Statesman. He said, with an austere voice: / “Two statesmen, which shall we choose?/ “Don Justo lacks tact, / “And Don Justino is exact.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
1. The Bureaucrat. Among books and files/ I pass my life,/ And what is the result?/ Well...You see for yourself!
1. The Bureaucrat. Among books and files/ I pass my life,/ And what is the result?/ Well...You see for yourself!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
63. Chanticler. Don’t you wish you were a rooster/ Who has a lot of hens?/ With each her little chickens—/ And not one do you support?
63. Chanticler. Don’t you wish you were a rooster/ Who has a lot of hens?/ With each her little chickens—/ And not one do you support?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
95. Sharp Trader. Speak not of “honesty”;/ All talk through their hats— / And so do you!/ Let the buyer beware.../ One must live,/ And, you are a cheat!
95. Sharp Trader. Speak not of “honesty”;/ All talk through their hats— / And so do you!/ Let the buyer beware.../ One must live,/ And, you are a cheat!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
83. Harangue. He who wishes to live at peace,/ Without snares or jealousies or quarrels,/ Should neither drink, nor smoke, nor gamble,/ Nor marry a beautiful woman.
83. Harangue. He who wishes to live at peace,/ Without snares or jealousies or quarrels,/ Should neither drink, nor smoke, nor gamble,/ Nor marry a beautiful woman.
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