There are definitely 1950s and 1960s books where I'm willing to ignore stuff that would result in book-meets-wall in something written today. One example would be Harry Harrison's Plague From Space, where the female medical-type person gets to be the as-you-know-Bobette Companion a la Doctor Who, complete with emotional meltdown under stress, but is still written as a competent individual with something to contribute other than being the prize for the hero at the end of the book.

And even the Nourse was trying to show how and why Othering happens and how public opinion can be manipulated in order to justify poor treatment of a minority group. It's just a very weird juxtaposition with his obvious assumption that political stuff is for men, while the wimminz look after the kids.