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55. The Rustic Official. Señor Don Emeterio,/ Mayor of a rustic village,/ Took grave and formal measures/ Against the epidemic—/ He enlarged the cemetery!
55. The Rustic Official. Señor Don Emeterio,/ Mayor of a rustic village,/ Took grave and formal measures/ Against the epidemic—/ He enlarged the cemetery!

55. The Rustic Official. Señor Don Emeterio,/ Mayor of a rustic village,/ Took grave and formal measures/ Against the epidemic—/ He enlarged the cemetery!

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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 number1973.77
73. Statesman. He said, with an austere voice: / “Two statesmen, which shall we choose?/ “Don Justo lacks tact, / “And Don Justino is exact.”
73. Statesman. He said, with an austere voice: / “Two statesmen, which shall we choose?/ “Don Justo lacks tact, / “And Don Justino is exact.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
98. Follower of the Emperor Maximilian. With Mejía and Miramón,/ I followed Maximilian;/ But the valiant Mexican people / Sent us with him to the grave.
98. Follower of the Emperor Maximilian. With Mejía and Miramón,/ I followed Maximilian;/ But the valiant Mexican people / Sent us with him to the grave.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
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
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
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
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
42. The Garbage Man. Give Way! Space and more space!/ On a bell-shaped truck he sits;/ The garbage is passing by—/ And he leaves me, a bell-shaped hollow.
42. The Garbage Man. Give Way! Space and more space!/ On a bell-shaped truck he sits;/ The garbage is passing by—/ And he leaves me, a bell-shaped hollow.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
47. The Poultry Vendor. “Buy chickens, Mister.”/ They hawk their merchandise./ Poor little Indian!/ If he does make a sale,/ The buyer even will demand/ That he pluck the chicken clean.
47. The Poultry Vendor. “Buy chickens, Mister.”/ They hawk their merchandise./ Poor little Indian!/ If he does make a sale,/ The buyer even will demand/ That he pluck the chicken clean.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
75. The Editor’s Reward. Having given us his best,/ He gets only criticism;/ Better— he should hear/ The heavenly flutes of angels.
75. The Editor’s Reward. Having given us his best,/ He gets only criticism;/ Better— he should hear/ The heavenly flutes of angels.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
83. Harangue. He who wishes to live at peace,/ Without snares or jealousies or quarrels,/ Should neither drink, nor smoke, nor gamble,/ Nor marry a beautiful woman.
83. Harangue. He who wishes to live at peace,/ Without snares or jealousies or quarrels,/ Should neither drink, nor smoke, nor gamble,/ Nor marry a beautiful woman.
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