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44. Calavera of the Churlish Sacristans. Churlish sacristans,/ Lazy and dirty,/ Scamps you have become,/ Stinking to high heaven.
44. Calavera of the Churlish Sacristans. Churlish sacristans,/ Lazy and dirty,/ Scamps you have become,/ Stinking to high heaven.

44. Calavera of the Churlish Sacristans. Churlish sacristans,/ Lazy and dirty,/ Scamps you have become,/ Stinking to high heaven.

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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 number1973.66
65. Calaveras. The Englishman’s a calavera./ A scamp? Yes, Sir!/ The French are calaveras too;/ The Chinaman, the American,/ The Pope and all the Cardinals,/ Kings and dukes and counselors/ And the chief of state./ In the tomb they are equal—/ Calaveras in the grave.
65. Calaveras. The Englishman’s a calavera./ A scamp? Yes, Sir!/ The French are calaveras too;/ The Chinaman, the American,/ The Pope and all the Cardinals,/ Kings and dukes and counselors/ And the chief of state./ In the tomb they are equal—/ Calaveras in the grave.
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
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
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
92. ¿Qué acaso por que soy Cura/ No he de estar en la verbena?/ Ahí les vas u responsito/ Con pulque de calavera.
92. ¿Qué acaso por que soy Cura/ No he de estar en la verbena?/ Ahí les vas u responsito/ Con pulque de calavera.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
100. The Pulque Maker. Pulque like no other/ Romero knew how to make;/ He threw in rubbish/ And soapy water as well/ For this—he is now a calavera./ May he rest in peace, amen.
100. The Pulque Maker. Pulque like no other/ Romero knew how to make;/ He threw in rubbish/ And soapy water as well/ For this—he is now a calavera./ May he rest in peace, amen.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
9. Little Calavera. Run, Skinny, run./ Water is always harmful,/ Even in a bath./ After one is fifty/ He should not even wash.
9. Little Calavera. Run, Skinny, run./ Water is always harmful,/ Even in a bath./ After one is fifty/ He should not even wash.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
8. Calavera of the Barber’s Razor. With dull tin-plated razor,/ Raspy as a hog’s back,/ All his customers Don Nachinto shaved and scraped./ But a Saturday came/ When swift Death/ Undesignedly changed it for me/ To a barbecue of bones.
8. Calavera of the Barber’s Razor. With dull tin-plated razor,/ Raspy as a hog’s back,/ All his customers Don Nachinto shaved and scraped./ But a Saturday came/ When swift Death/ Undesignedly changed it for me/ To a barbecue of bones.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
71. Maturity. My visage strikes you, young man,/ As a vexatious reprimand;/ But when your years have passed fifty/ You will know just what it means.
71. Maturity. My visage strikes you, young man,/ As a vexatious reprimand;/ But when your years have passed fifty/ You will know just what it means.
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
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
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