Oozy

1912, James Stephens, Mary, Mary (published in the UK as The Charwoman's Daughter), New York: Boni & Liveright, Chapter XXIV, p. 175, https://archive.org/details/marymary00stepiala Her vocabulary could not furnish her with the qualifying word, or rather, epithet for his bigness. Horrible was suggested and retained, but her instinct clamored that there was a fat, oozy word somewhere which would have brought comfort to her brains and her hands and feet.

A daughter? Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Nalpes The King and Queene there, that they were, I wish My selfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?

[The rain] fell with an oozy, slushy sound among the grass; and made a muddy kennel of every furrow in the ploughed fields.

Each country is casting its net of espionage into the slimy bottom of the others, fishing for their secrets, the treacherous secrets which brew in the oozy depths of diplomacy.

[…] he gulped down a chill and glutinous slice of the ice-cream brick, and cocoanut cake as oozy as shaving-cream.

On birthdays and saints' days, Jewish musicians from the local community were invited to perform festive music and played "an extraordinary variety of music: potpourris of famous operas, military marches, Viennese waltzes, and the ooziest gypsy songs and Jewish dances, rampant with glissandos, tremolos, and tearful vibratos."