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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
DimensionsImage area: 3 3/16 x 2 3/4 in. (8.1 x 7 cm) Sheet: 9 3/16 x 6 3/16 in. (23.3 x 15.7 cm)
Credit LineGift of Jack Lord
Object number1973.23.36
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
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
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
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
5. Memen “tomo”/ pulvis eris/ (Haste sordo y ponte gordo,/ Que es la calidad del tordo),/ Y en pulvis te reverteris…
5. Memen “tomo”/ pulvis eris/ (Haste sordo y ponte gordo,/ Que es la calidad del tordo),/ Y en pulvis te reverteris…
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
4. ¡Zuñiga! nombre en la historia/ Que siempre vive latente…./ No “quise” ser Presidente…./ Por no “manchar” me memoria
4. ¡Zuñiga! nombre en la historia/ Que siempre vive latente…./ No “quise” ser Presidente…./ Por no “manchar” me memoria
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
15. The Jurist. “The law imparts justice,”/ Says the gowned-one with aplomb./ But, oh! how justice is unhinged,/ When you haven’t got the price.
15. The Jurist. “The law imparts justice,”/ Says the gowned-one with aplomb./ But, oh! how justice is unhinged,/ When you haven’t got the price.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947