She answered the phone and, to her great 'joy', heard her son's voice on the line. [=she felt very happy when she heard her son's voice]
“You've spent hours looking for it. Any 'joy'? [='luck']” “No 'joy' whatsoever, I'm afraid. I can't find it.”
They were 'shouting/jumping for joy'. [=they shouted/jumped because they were very happy]
(..) You have recovered... Yes. I was in the city. I wanted to come with the train but they didn't allow me. They said it's military-only... Short was the joy of the leave. Yeah, short. I heard you are in trouble. What kind of trouble? That they won't let you go ploughing. They don't let us, curse them. (..)1965 Forest of the Hanged