The pursuit was tireless. The Joes seemed to rest while marching and nothing could escape their keen scouts for too long. The popular song Ballad of the Parts Box makes mention this painful futility:

So we run like primitives
Through the tall grass, what gives?
Joes a'comin' I gotta run son,
Joes a'comin' for everyone!

Those lyrics come to us from a band called The Dolls everyone, and that record is available in the Gift Shop to your right past the escalator on your way out today. We'd like to thank Itty Bitty Wax for letting us use those lyrics in our presentation.

Photo collage by A. Cro, for Tinkerson Quarterly.