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56. Financier. Making exact accounts;/ Many have I financed,/ But— who doesn’t like to buy/ Dollars at four bits?
56. Financier. Making exact accounts;/ Many have I financed,/ But— who doesn’t like to buy/ Dollars at four bits?

56. Financier. Making exact accounts;/ Many have I financed,/ But— who doesn’t like to buy/ Dollars at four bits?

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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 number1973.78
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
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
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
32. Unrequited Love. You loved me!— So you told me./ Who was it who loved first?/ When I loved, you did not— /And now that you do, I do not.
32. Unrequited Love. You loved me!— So you told me./ Who was it who loved first?/ When I loved, you did not— /And now that you do, I do not.
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
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
6. Late Reveler. Little lamp that lights my street,/ Now that I am seeing double,/ Why is it you are hiding?/ Or is it you who blocks my way?
6. Late Reveler. Little lamp that lights my street,/ Now that I am seeing double,/ Why is it you are hiding?/ Or is it you who blocks my way?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
37. The Bohemian. He deceives, who says on seeing me,/ “Here was a prize-winning artist.”/ I was only a Bohemian,/ Without even claws to scratch myself.
37. The Bohemian. He deceives, who says on seeing me,/ “Here was a prize-winning artist.”/ I was only a Bohemian,/ Without even claws to scratch myself.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Yo por el pueblo trabajo,/ Viva la igualdad, ¡que viva!/ La igualdad…con los de arriba,/ Pero no con los de abajos. (69. Public Servant. I work for the people!/ Long live equality! Viva!/ Equality— with those who are above me,/ Never with those below.)
Yo por el pueblo trabajo,/ Viva la igualdad, ¡que viva!/ La igualdad…con los de arriba,/ Pero no con los de abajos. (69. Public Servant. I work for the people!/ Long live equality! Viva!/ Equality— with those who are above me,/ Never with those below.)
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
27. The Dandy. I have a sculpturesque body,/ And I am dexterous in love./ For I am handsome— yes, sir!/ Both from behind and from in front.
27. The Dandy. I have a sculpturesque body,/ And I am dexterous in love./ For I am handsome— yes, sir!/ Both from behind and from in front.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
89. Mother-in-law. I have endured grim affliction,/ Hard chains at home,/ I say to anyone, that not even statues/ Of mothers-in-law are good.
89. Mother-in-law. I have endured grim affliction,/ Hard chains at home,/ I say to anyone, that not even statues/ Of mothers-in-law are good.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
81. Fat and Stylish. You smell like a fleshy mullein plant— / You bore me without end;/ You’re big enough for two women— / And I’m regretting that I know you.
81. Fat and Stylish. You smell like a fleshy mullein plant— / You bore me without end;/ You’re big enough for two women— / And I’m regretting that I know you.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947