This rare design by Baumberger is one of at least two designs he produced for an African wildlife photo company. While one shows a group of natives hunting a lion, this poster focuses on two handsome rhinos grazing while a herd of antelope run across the background. This is the French-language version of the poster.
Paul Klee (German, born Switzerland. 1879–1940), Forest (Wald) from the periodical Münchner Blätter für Dichtung und Graphik, 1919, Lithograph from a periodical with five lithographs, 16.7 x 12.5 cm, New York, Museum of Modern Art
Werther; Théâtre National de l'Opéra Comique (c.1893). Eugène Samuel Grasset (Swiss, 1845-1917). Lithograph in color, linen backed. Paris, Lemercier. Text by Edouard Blau, Paul Milliet, and Georges Hartmann; music by Jules Massenet.
The insert illustrations were probably taken from a former poster or book, artist unknown. They show Werther’s dawning affection for Lott, who marries another man, and his final declaration of love to her.
Tho’ guilty Clytie thus the sun betray’d, By too much passion she was guilty made. Excess of love begot excess of grief, Grief fondly bad her hence to hope relief. But angry Phoebus hears, unmov’d, her sighs, And scornful from her loath’d embraces flies. All day, all night, in trackless wilds, alone She pin’d, and taught the list’ning rocks her moan. On the bare earth she lies, her bosom bare, Loose her attire, dishevel’d is her hair. Nine times the morn unbarr’d the gates of light, As oft were spread th’ alternate shades of night, So long no sustenance the mourner knew, Unless she drunk her tears, or suck’d the dew. She turn’d about, but rose not from the ground, Turn’d to the Sun, still as he roul’d his round: On his bright face hung her desiring eyes, ’Till fix’d to Earth, she strove in vain to rise. Her looks their paleness in a flow’r retain’d, But here, and there, some purple streaks they gain’d. Still the lov’d object the fond leafs pursue, Still move their root, the moving Sun to view, And in the Heliotrope the nymph is true.
(Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book IV; trans. Sir Samuel Garth, John Dryden, et al.)