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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.

25. The Contrary Sex. Men are the devil!/ So the ladies say,/ And, yet, immediately, they wish/ For the devil, to carry them away.

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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 number1973.47
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
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.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
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
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
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
26. The Power of Verse. This happened— it is true— /Yet no one will believe it;/ A fool began to read/ My verses at a funeral—/ And the Living fell down dead,/ And the Dead began to run!
26. The Power of Verse. This happened— it is true— /Yet no one will believe it;/ A fool began to read/ My verses at a funeral—/ And the Living fell down dead,/ And the Dead began to run!
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
38. Song. Music and a good throat!/ He who sings drives care away/ (Such to me befell)./ Sing also of sorrow/ When you cannot cry.
38. Song. Music and a good throat!/ He who sings drives care away/ (Such to me befell)./ Sing also of sorrow/ When you cannot cry.
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
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
66. Fate. Those who make small use of life/ Live a dog’s life;/ But some are born under a lucky star,/ And others have fate against them.
66. Fate. Those who make small use of life/ Live a dog’s life;/ But some are born under a lucky star,/ And others have fate against them.
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