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24. The Exhausted Drum of War. The Drum of War cries out:/ “The drum of my head,/ “Like the drum that is my body,/ “No longer can admit/ “Rumors and clamors of war.”
24. The Exhausted Drum of War. The Drum of War cries out:/ “The drum of my head,/ “Like the drum that is my body,/ “No longer can admit/ “Rumors and clamors of war.”

24. The Exhausted Drum of War. The Drum of War cries out:/ “The drum of my head,/ “Like the drum that is my body,/ “No longer can admit/ “Rumors and clamors of war.”

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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 number1973.46
50. Designs. Little girl, you are growing/ Like a sprout of wheat;/ I can wait no longer/ To marry up with you.
50. Designs. Little girl, you are growing/ Like a sprout of wheat;/ I can wait no longer/ To marry up with you.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
40. High Cost of Living. Prices rise higher and higher;/ My salary no longer stretches,/ To play the market is one thing—/ Marketing, quite another.
40. High Cost of Living. Prices rise higher and higher;/ My salary no longer stretches,/ To play the market is one thing—/ Marketing, quite another.
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
36. The General. Citizens! War is at hand!/ Bestir yourselves— The Revolution!/ “The earth will tremble to its very core/ To the loud roar to the cannon!”
36. The General. Citizens! War is at hand!/ Bestir yourselves— The Revolution!/ “The earth will tremble to its very core/ To the loud roar to the cannon!”
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
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
23. Riddle. I am a fish; I, a helmet;/ I free you from a squall./ To the first, I lose my head;/ With the third, I insure myself;/ And the second fills me with loathing.
23. Riddle. I am a fish; I, a helmet;/ I free you from a squall./ To the first, I lose my head;/ With the third, I insure myself;/ And the second fills me with loathing.
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
57. Hallowe’en Imp. Oh! My, my! Here comes Death!/ Everyone it seizes! My luck is short!/ I don’t believe Death even spares his mother!
57. Hallowe’en Imp. Oh! My, my! Here comes Death!/ Everyone it seizes! My luck is short!/ I don’t believe Death even spares his mother!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
90. Candidate. I am a candidate for a seat, / I hope to be President,/ Look! I’ll go through on my goatee/ And my cascading mustaches.
90. Candidate. I am a candidate for a seat, / I hope to be President,/ Look! I’ll go through on my goatee/ And my cascading mustaches.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
6. Late Reveler. Little lamp that lights my street,/ Now that I am seeing double,/ Why is it you are hiding?/ Or is it you who blocks my way?
6. Late Reveler. Little lamp that lights my street,/ Now that I am seeing double,/ Why is it you are hiding?/ Or is it you who blocks my way?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
80. Office-Holder. This is the naked truth:/ Milking the nation/ Has been my occupation— / Draining the budget of the state.
80. Office-Holder. This is the naked truth:/ Milking the nation/ Has been my occupation— / Draining the budget of the state.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947