text_original: Second, my nephew, William B. Mitchell, who was thirteen, knew nothing of types, but was a model of patient industry. Our magnanimous printers hung around hotels, laughing at the absurdity of this amateur office. We might set type, but when it came to making and lock  ing up a form, ha, ha, would n't there be sport?
text_transcription: SECOND MY NEPHEW WILLIAM B MITCHELL WHO WAS THIRTEEN KNEW NOTHING OF TYPES BUT WAS A MODEL OF PATIENT INDUSTRY OUR MAGNANIMOUS PRINTERS HUNG AROUND HOTELS LAUGHING AT THE ABSURDITY OF THIS AMATEUR OFFICE WE MIGHT SET TYPE BUT WHEN IT CAME TO MAKING AND LOCKING UP A FORM HIGH WOULDN'T THERE BE SPORT
phonemes: sˈɛkənd, maɪ nˈɛfjuː, wˈɪljəm bˈiː. mˈɪtʃəl, hˌuː wʌz θˈɜːtiːn, nˈuː nˈʌθɪŋ ʌv tˈaɪps, bˌʌt wʌzɐ mˈɑːdəl ʌv pˈeɪʃənt ˈɪndʌstɹi. ˌaʊɚ mæɡnˈænɪməs pɹˈɪntɚz hˈʌŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd hoʊtˈɛlz, lˈæfɪŋ æt ðɪ ɐbsˈɜːdᵻɾi ʌv ðɪs ˈæmətʃɚɹ ˈɑːfɪs. wiː mˌaɪt sˈɛt tˈaɪp, bˌʌt wɛn ɪt kˈeɪm tə mˌeɪkɪŋ ænd lˈɑːk ˈɪŋ ˌʌp ɐ fˈɔːɹm, hˈɑː, hˈɑː, wʊd ˈɛnt ðɛɹbˈiː spˈɔːɹt?