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77. Monopolist. I was a “honest” merchant;/ A speculator and a hoarder,/ Monopoly’s fair-haired boy./ And men called me “Hunger maker.”
77. Monopolist. I was a “honest” merchant;/ A speculator and a hoarder,/ Monopoly’s fair-haired boy./ And men called me “Hunger maker.”

77. Monopolist. I was a “honest” merchant;/ A speculator and a hoarder,/ Monopoly’s fair-haired boy./ And men called me “Hunger maker.”

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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 number1973.99
86. Monopolist. I raised the price of beans;/ I cornered the market on corn./ And where do you want to put/ The grim memories of me.
86. Monopolist. I raised the price of beans;/ I cornered the market on corn./ And where do you want to put/ The grim memories of me.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
45. The Hard-headed Merchant. I became rich quickly./ How? As a merchant (now you know);/ And, it wasn’t because of flattery;/ I haven’t a foolish hair on my head.
45. The Hard-headed Merchant. I became rich quickly./ How? As a merchant (now you know);/ And, it wasn’t because of flattery;/ I haven’t a foolish hair on my head.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
33. Honorable Man. Before you see me in the jail-house,/ Among dishonored men— /I’d rather you would find me/ Empailed on the horns of a bull.
33. Honorable Man. Before you see me in the jail-house,/ Among dishonored men— /I’d rather you would find me/ Empailed on the horns of a bull.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
72. The Store of “Fair Prices”. With our fair prices/ We never cheat you—/ But my clerks are astute,/ And know a trick or two.
72. The Store of “Fair Prices”. With our fair prices/ We never cheat you—/ But my clerks are astute,/ And know a trick or two.
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
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
23. Riddle. I am a fish; I, a helmet;/ I free you from a squall./ To the first, I lose my head;/ With the third, I insure myself;/ And the second fills me with loathing.
23. Riddle. I am a fish; I, a helmet;/ I free you from a squall./ To the first, I lose my head;/ With the third, I insure myself;/ And the second fills me with loathing.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
48. Pariah. I am a Pariah, an outcast,/ But I live happily;/ For me, stew is breast of chicken,/ And a few bones, a joint of meat.
48. Pariah. I am a Pariah, an outcast,/ But I live happily;/ For me, stew is breast of chicken,/ And a few bones, a joint of meat.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
74. Self-Made Man. As a little business man, / I gained a small fortune;/ That was only because I had no boss/ Kicking me around.
74. Self-Made Man. As a little business man, / I gained a small fortune;/ That was only because I had no boss/ Kicking me around.
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
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