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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!”

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!”

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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 number1973.58
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
93. Ex-General. I was a brave general/ Of the time of President Diaz;/ And now I look at every soldier— / Having a pistol that lacks a trigger.
93. Ex-General. I was a brave general/ Of the time of President Diaz;/ And now I look at every soldier— / Having a pistol that lacks a trigger.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
88. The Unwashed. Black is your face,/ Black is your skin, your nails;/ Black is your very soul,/ Because you never bathe.
88. The Unwashed. Black is your face,/ Black is your skin, your nails;/ Black is your very soul,/ Because you never bathe.
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
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.”
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
3. The Changing World. How hard living is! —/ Remember, brothers,/ That, before, hands were pure,/ Now, there are hands only.
3. The Changing World. How hard living is! —/ Remember, brothers,/ That, before, hands were pure,/ Now, there are hands only.
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
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
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
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
82. EL PERIODISTA/ Redactor de: “El Popular”,/ En México fué Osacar,/Y se dió muy Buenos gustos/ A pesar de los disgustos/ Que la prensa le causó./ Acabósele la gracia/ Para escribir que ¡desgracia!/ Y perdió la aceptación,/ “El Popular” en cuestión/ Pore so gran corajera/ Le dió y se hizo…Calavera.
82. EL PERIODISTA/ Redactor de: “El Popular”,/ En México fué Osacar,/Y se dió muy Buenos gustos/ A pesar de los disgustos/ Que la prensa le causó./ Acabósele la gracia/ Para escribir que ¡desgracia!/ Y perdió la aceptación,/ “El Popular” en cuestión/ Pore so gran corajera/ Le dió y se hizo…Calavera.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947