I remember those. I also remember the tobacco shop on Main Street.
Ha ha. Grew up on the East Coast but we went to Southern California every other summer to visit family in the 60s and 70s. Disneyland was an annual pilgrimage and not only do I remember having to use those tickets, last year I found a partially used booklet in a box of my mother’s postcards.
They ruined the Tiki Room. Used to be charming. Last time I saw it was a Gilbert Gottfried snarkfest.