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58. Advice to a Young Lady. Do not stroll in the fields/ When the wind is blowing strongly,/ For girls are like flowers/ Which the wind turns wrongly.
58. Advice to a Young Lady. Do not stroll in the fields/ When the wind is blowing strongly,/ For girls are like flowers/ Which the wind turns wrongly.

58. Advice to a Young Lady. Do not stroll in the fields/ When the wind is blowing strongly,/ For girls are like flowers/ Which the wind turns wrongly.

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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 5/16 in. (23.3 x 16 cm)
Credit LineGift of Jack Lord
Object number1973.23.58
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
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
68. Some Free Advice. If you continually make love/ To an old, wrinkled woman,/ Sooner or later you will turn/ Into a bag of bones.
68. Some Free Advice. If you continually make love/ To an old, wrinkled woman,/ Sooner or later you will turn/ Into a bag of bones.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
97. Advice to Bride or Groom. Marry under three different laws,/ Follow my advice;/ Be married under civil law,/ And also by the Church;/ But remember this:/ Also for love, the oldest law of all.
97. Advice to Bride or Groom. Marry under three different laws,/ Follow my advice;/ Be married under civil law,/ And also by the Church;/ But remember this:/ Also for love, the oldest law of all.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
18. Conundrum of the Chair. A chair like this/ People would not fight over./ Which chair is it that causes struggle?/ Why, Man! The Presidential one!
18. Conundrum of the Chair. A chair like this/ People would not fight over./ Which chair is it that causes struggle?/ Why, Man! The Presidential one!
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
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
16. The Ladies. The women of our times/ Are much like filbert nuts./ Of a hundred, one is good;/ And ninety and nine are empty.
16. The Ladies. The women of our times/ Are much like filbert nuts./ Of a hundred, one is good;/ And ninety and nine are empty.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
50. Designs. Little girl, you are growing/ Like a sprout of wheat;/ I can wait no longer/ To marry up with you.
50. Designs. Little girl, you are growing/ Like a sprout of wheat;/ I can wait no longer/ To marry up with you.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Image Not Available for 12. All Hallow’s Eve. At last the day of all the dead has arrive,/ On which they rejoice, replete with pleasures without number./ In place of sad mourning for ourselves,/ Let us, with laughs and pulque, go cry in our cups.
12. All Hallow’s Eve. At last the day of all the dead has arrive,/ On which they rejoice, replete with pleasures without number./ In place of sad mourning for ourselves,/ Let us, with laughs and pulque, go cry in our cups.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
11. Thought for Hallowe’en. It is a palpable truth,/ That which is phrase states:/ That only he who was not born/ Can never be a skeleton.
11. Thought for Hallowe’en. It is a palpable truth,/ That which is phrase states:/ That only he who was not born/ Can never be a skeleton.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
28. Drunkard. The fault was cruel Destiny’s,/ Which willed me such a name /They said: “Go forth, Albino” /And to the wine I went.
28. Drunkard. The fault was cruel Destiny’s,/ Which willed me such a name /They said: “Go forth, Albino” /And to the wine I went.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947