Underground Rustlers (1941), S Roy Luby.

Hell, yeah!  B-westerns are not something I would have thought I could stomach.  They were the cheapest, straw-stuffed, manure-flecked B's, meant for the same type of viewer.  But, wait!  This is pretty awesome!  It has groaner jokes about combs that grow hair, a cowboy that has serious in-depth conversations with a ventriloquist's dummy and, OF COURSE, yodeling.  Ray "Crash" Corrigan is kind of a looker too.  Hilarity and mirth!

Why is it that I speak my lines clearly, wondered Elmer the dummy, but the hand up my ass sounds like he's reading off a card?