text_original: A woman! Could he believe his eyes? A woman! Instantly he sprang to his feet and clutched his pantaloons, shouted to the assistant editor, when he, too, read and grasped frantically at his cassimeres, called to the reporters and pressmen and typos and devils, who all ruslied in, heard the news, seized their nether garments and joined the general chorus, " My breeches! oh, my breeches!
text_transcription: A WOMAN COULD HE BELIEVE HIS EYES A WOMAN INSTANTLY HE SPRANG TO HIS FEET AND CLUTCHED HIS PANTALOONS SHOUTED TO THE ASSISTANT EDITOR WHEN HE TOO READ AND GRASPED FRANTICALLY AT HIS CASIMERES CALLED TO THE REPORTERS AND PRESSMEN AND TYPOS AND DEVILS WHO ALL RUSHED IN HEARD THE NEWS SEIZED THEIR NETHER GARMENTS AND JOINED THE GENERAL CHORUS MY BREECHES OH MY BREECHES
phonemes: ɐ wˈʊmən! kʊd hiː bᵻlˈiːv hɪz ˈaɪz? ɐ wˈʊmən! ˈɪnstəntli hiː spɹˈæŋ tə hɪz fˈiːt ænd klˈʌtʃt hɪz pˌæntɐlˈuːnz, ʃˈaʊɾᵻd tə ðɪ ɐsˈɪstənt ˈɛdɪɾɚ, wˌɛn hiː, tˈuː, ɹˈiːd ænd ɡɹˈæspt fɹˈæntɪkli æt hɪz kˈæsɪmˌɪɹz, kˈɔːld tə ðə ɹᵻpˈɔːɹɾɚz ænd pɹˈɛsmɛn ænd tˈaɪpoʊz ænd dˈɛvəlz, hˌuː ˈɔːl ɹˈʌslid ˈɪn, hˈɜːd ðə nˈuːz, sˈiːzd ðɛɹ nˈɛðɚ ɡˈɑːɹmənts ænd dʒˈɔɪnd ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəl kˈɔːɹəs, " maɪ bɹˈiːtʃᵻz! ˈoʊ, maɪ bɹˈiːtʃᵻz!