the Yogi Berra of bullfighting

 In the Palacio de las Dueñas, what seemed to be the oldest Feria/Semana Santa poster included advertising for bull fights by serval named toreros. 

In trying to locate a year for the poster, I came across this information which I found humorous. 

Rafael Guerra Bejarano ( Córdoba , March 6, 1862 - Córdoba, February 21, 1941), better known as Guerrita or el Guerra, was a famous Spanish bullfighter, also recognized as the second of the five Caliphs of Bullfighting.  He killed his first bull on October 18, 1878 in the Andújar bullring and on June 26, 1879, he appeared in Madrid under the nickname "Llavérito"....

He is considered one of the great bullfighters of Cordoba, but he is also remembered for his unique personality, which he emphasized with colloquial and popular phrases. Some of these well-known phrases attributed to him are: "ca uno es ca uno" (each one is each one), or "Hay gente pa tó" (there are people for everything). Or the response he gave to King Alfonso XIII when he told him that he looked like a bishop: "In my field I have been Pope" "What cannot be, cannot be, and is also impossible." He seemed like a Spanish version of Yogi Berra. 

After twelve successful seasons and without prior notice, he retired on October 15, 1899 at the bullring in Zaragoza, in the middle of the Feria del Pilar . It was his response to the harassment he was subjected to by the public, largely caused by his breakup with Lagartijo. At the time of his farewell he would comment: "I'm not leaving, they're throwing me out." Throughout his career he fought 892 bullfights and killed 2,339 bulls, without any of them being returned to the pens.

From then on, he devoted himself to his business, his family, and the Guerrita Club, a social club located on Gondomar Street that became very popular in Córdoba. (from Wikipedia)

Anyway, I could only find the artists signature and date in the lower corner of the poster. Based upon that shred of evidence it seems he was appearing in Sevilla in April 1895.

Here is an old photograph of his club - 

wonder what the bull was drinking? sangria?

So a little side journey down a rabbit hole - it happens...