text_original: The next night Mattup began a fantastic streak of luck. It seemed he couldn't lose, and he was as unpleasant a winner as he was a loser. "You boys don't know what card playin' is," he'd gloat. "Think you're pretty smarty with all that science stuff but you can't win a plain old card game.
text_transcription: THE NEXT NIGHT MATTED BEGAN A FANTASTIC STREAK OF LUCK IT SEEMED HE COULDN'T LOSE AND HE WAS AS UNPLEASANT A WINNER AS HE WAS A LOSER YOU BOYS DON'T KNOW WHAT CARD PLAN IS HE GLOAT THINK YOU'RE PRETTY SMART WITH ALL THAT SCIENCE STUFF BUT YOU CAN'T WIN A PLAIN OLD CARD GAME
phonemes: ðə nˈɛkst nˈaɪt mˈæɾʌp bɪɡˈæn ɐ fæntˈæstɪk stɹˈiːk ʌv lˈʌk. ɪt sˈiːmd hiː kˌʊdənt lˈuːz, ænd hiː wʌz æz ʌnplˈɛzənt ɐ wˈɪnɚɹ æz hiː wʌzɐ lˈuːzɚ. "juː bˈɔɪz dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wʌt kˈɑːɹd plˈeɪɪn ɪz," hiːd ɡlˈoʊt. "θˈɪŋk jʊɹ pɹˈɪɾi smˈɑːɹɾi wɪð ˈɔːl ðæt sˈaɪəns stˈʌf bˌʌt juː kˈænt wˈɪn ɐ plˈeɪn ˈoʊld kˈɑːɹd ɡˈeɪm.