 What is the first clue that hints at how Venusian culture has absorbed the name Joe?
A PLANET NAMED JOE By S. A. LOMBINO There were more Joes on Venus than you could shake a ray-gun at. Perhaps there was method in Colonel Walsh's madness—murder-madness—when he ordered Major Polk to scan the planet for a guy named Joe. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories November 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] For example, he could have chosen a Second Looie for the job on Venus. We were somewhere in Area Two on Earth, takeoff point for any operations in Space II. The rest was gravy, and Colonel Walsh wasn't going to let me get by with gravy. "It will be a simple assignment, Major," he said to me, peering over his fingers. "It will involve finding one man, a Venusian native." "I always figured Venus was under the jurisdiction of Space III, sir. I thought our activities were confined to Mars." He folded his fingers like a deck of cards and dropped them on his desk as if he were waiting for me to cut. It so happens this Venusian is the one man who can help us understand just what's happening on Mars." I tried to picture a Venusian understanding Mars and I didn't get very far. If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give them to him in one word: Walsh. It had been going on for six months now and we'd lost at least a thousand men from Space II. Revolt. "And this man is on Venus now?" I'd never been to Venus, being in Space II ever since I'd left the Moon run. "This man is on Venus." He'd goofed off on a pile of uranium that could've, and almost did, blow the barracks sky-high that night. "A native, you know. But then, it should be simple to find a man with a name like Joe. "Well, physically he's like any of the other Venusians, so I can't give you much help there. The trip to Venus came off without a hitch. Venus was hotter than I'd expected it to be. Big plants and small ones, some blooming with flowers I'd never seen before, and some as bare as cactus. I recognized a blue figure as one of the natives the pilot had told me about. His features, his muscles, everything seemed to have been stretched like a rubber band.
 The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “you’ve got the wrong number.”
 The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “stabbed in the back.”  The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “you’ve got the wrong number.”  The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “bite the bullet.”  The first Joe who Major Polk meets knows the Terran idiom, “Joe,” as a way of causally referring to others.