I got mine new in 1936 on special order from C.G. Conn, Ltd. The letter I got back told me they hadn't shipped a C melody since '32. Apparently the Sisters of the Very Sick over in Mishawaka were playing for the shut-ins out on the lawn when the sax was crushed by a florist's delivery van whose steering had gone out. Happily, Sister Walburga was doubling on zither just then and tragedy was averted. The Sisters paid full retail for a new horn, by the way, which necessitated working 20 hour days for a year selling their famous lemon frosted macaroons, door to door, often only one or two per household in that deep depression time. But the Mother Superior would never have her nuns be seen going into a hockshop to purchase a saxophone. Shut-ins be damned!
Never one to be bested in the tall tale stakes, I replied that I was in need of a new C horn for my upcoming engagement on the Time To Shine program sponsored by Ooo-Shin-Eee Shoe Polish, and that Frank Trumbauer had been rejected because he showed up to audition wearing brown suede brogues. I enclosed an autographed picture, Conn ran the whole yarn in the next issue of Musical Truth, the job offers came pouring in and the rest is history. Forgotten history, yes, but history all the same.
Years later I met Trumbauer when he was working for the FAA in Kansas City. Upon being told who I was, he said, "If you ever fly thru Kansas City, I will personally lose your luggage." It was a proud moment. For him. I went off and had several double bourbons.