text_original: "Well, Littman," the newcomer said, with something like a sneer, "your young man on the _Argus_ is mighty high in his tone to night. What's up? Didn't they divvy in Washington?" "None of that, Max. Ralph Gardner's not that kind. I don't know where you people get the idea that all Americans can be bought.
text_transcription: WELL EDMUND THE NEWCOMER SAID WITH SOMETHING LIKE A SNEGGER YOUR YOUNG MAN ON THE ARGUS IS MIGHTY HIGH IN HIS TONGUE TO NIGHT WHAT'S UP DIDN'T THEY DIVVY IN WASHINGTON NONE OF THAT MAX RALPH GARDENER IS NOT THAT KIND I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU PEOPLE GET THE IDEA THAT ALL AMERICANS CAN BE BOUGHT
phonemes: "wˈɛl, lˈɪtmən," ðə nˈuːkʌmɚ sˈɛd, wɪð sˈʌmθɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ snˈɪɹ, "jʊɹ jˈʌŋ mˈæn ɔnðɪ ˈɑːɹɡəs ɪz mˈaɪɾi hˈaɪ ɪn hɪz tˈoʊn tə nˈaɪt. wˌʌts ˈʌp? dˈɪdnt ðeɪ dˈɪvi ɪn wˈɑːʃɪŋtən?" "nˈʌn ʌv ðˈæt, mˈæks. ɹˈælf ɡˈɑːɹdnɚz nˌɑːt ðæt kˈaɪnd. aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wˌɛɹ juː pˈiːpəl ɡɛt ðɪ aɪdˈiə ðæt ˈɔːl ɐmˈɛɹɪkənz kæn biː bˈɔːt.