 Which three things do Venusians love about Terrans?
A PLANET NAMED JOE By 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. 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 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." 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. "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. "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. His features, his muscles, everything seemed to have been stretched like a rubber band. "The guys back in Space II are searching high and low for you," I told him. "You've got the wrong number," he said, and I was a little surprised at his use of Terran idiom. "You are Joe, aren't you? "Where's the Officer's Club?" I asked the Venusian. I began to curse Walsh for taking me away from my nice soft job in Space II. Behind the bar a tall Venusian lounged. I started to pick up my bag as another Venusian entered.
 The name “Joe,” Terran cigarettes, and their fun jokes.
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